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Archive name: growth.txt (M/f+, ff, ped, inc)
Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Growth Spurt

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Growth Spurt (M/f+, ff, ped, inc)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A father becomes the object of a young girl's sexual 
ploy. Or is he?

***

If puberty was a weapon it would be an old fashioned 
blunderbuss. Aim, pull the trigger, and hope to God you 
hit something. It seemed as though it had missed my 
daughter. Kids, especially girls, just seem to mature 
faster in this modern age. Maybe it's the clothing, or 
the make-up, or the wired undergarments, but I don't 
remember twelve-year-old girls having 'boobs' when I was 
growing up. Well none except for Louise Gentry that is, 
but that's another story.

My daughter is a lovely girl. Takes after her mother. 
Terry, my daughter, was always a little taller than all 
her friends. Not by much, but you could always pick her 
out in a crowd of twelve year old girls. Dark auburn 
hair, pale blue eyes, small ears, a pert nose, full lips, 
dimples, and a slight cleft in her chin. Pour all those 
ingredients into a shaker and when they come out you've 
got yourself a little head turner. 

Oh, I'd seen men look at her and the hairs had gone up on 
the back of my neck, but once they got past the face they 
turned away. Terry was thin. My wife used to call it 
'model thin', but I think that was just for Terry's sake. 
She had long thin arms and legs, a flat chest, no waist, 
and no ass either. It's a wonder her pants didn't just 
fall to the ground. They call it coltish. I would have 
called it anorexic, but I'd seen her eat over the last 
twelve years. 

All of these descriptions went out the window by the time 
she turned thirteen. In one year she had gone from waif 
to woman. She was in shock. Thank God for grunge wear 
because she would of stuck out like a sore thumb. She 
wore loose garments; oversized pants, oversized tee 
shirts, and oversized plaid shirts. My wife, Judy, tried 
to get her to dress differently; told her to be proud of 
her new body, but Terry wouldn't listen and I was glad 
because I worried enough about her. 

In one year she had gone from a thirty-three A cup to a 
thirty-five C cup; a twenty-eight inch waist to a twenty-
four inch waist; and a thirty inch hip to a thirty-four 
inch hip. Yeah! That's what I said too. Holy cow! She had 
been used to running around the house in panties and tee 
shirt and she still did. I told Judy maybe it was time 
she stopped and Judy said, "Oh, for gosh sakes, Hank. 
Your her dad!" 

Hey, I felt like saying, yeah but I'm also a man and the 
only place I've seen bodies like that are in men's 
magazines. It didn't help that she still wore the same 
undergarments. The panties were stretched tight across 
her luscious buns and her tee shirts now exposed four 
inches of firm stomach and stuck out a good five inches 
from her body. God grant me strength. 

My daughter had invaded my masturbatory fantasies and 
every time I whacked off I felt guilty. 

About three months ago she had her first menstruation. I 
thought the world had come to an end. I came home to 
tears, and anger, and tears, and depression, and... 
and... and. One minute she wanted me to hold her like a 
little girl and the next she couldn't stand to be near 
me. Well, thankfully Judy guided her through it and now 
it's becoming run of the mill. The mood swings are still 
there, but since both she and my wife appear to be on the 
same cycle I just spend more time at the gym when the 
time comes. Four nights of sweat and it's all over.

I was a little surprised then when Terry came to me the 
other night with what she said was a female problem. It 
was girl's night out and Judy wouldn't be back till well 
after Terry's bedtime. I asked if it couldn't wait for 
another day, but Terry said she didn't want to talk to 
her mom, that she wanted to deal with me. That's how she 
put it, "deal..." That struck me as strange, but I put it 
aside for the moment and asked her what the problem was. 
She hemmed and hawed for a minute and I finally said, "I 
think you should wait for your mom."

"No!" Terry exclaimed, then in a quieter voice she said, 
"I mean, I want to have you help me, Dad. Mom... mom 
hates me."

I sat there in shock for a moment and finally asked, "Why 
in God's name do you think that your mother hates you?"

"Well," she stammered. "You know when I had my first 
period and mom showed me what I was supposed to do with 
the...the you know what's?"

"You mean the tampons?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeahhh...well, I was having trouble getting it in and I 
was so frustrated that I started to cry. Do you 
remember?"

"Yes, honey, your mom told me all about it"

Terry looked at me strangely for a second and asked, "She 
told you about everything?"

"Well," I said, frowning, "she told me how you went 
through a half dozen tampons and they kept coming out or 
falling into the toilet and how she finally had to put 
one in herself."

"Oh, ok," Terry replied, and a cloud passed from her 
eyes. "Well anyway when she was putting it in me and we 
were both looking down there, mom sort of gasped and she 
said, 'my God!' It sort of freaked me out and I asked her 
what was wrong. She was all sorta red in the face and I 
thought for a minute that she was angry, but then it 
passed and she said nothing was wrong and that was the 
end of it."

All kinds of thoughts went through my mind, but none 
could explain why my wife would have reacted that way so 
I once again asked Terry why she thought her mother hated 
her.

"Well, ever since that day, mom has been sort of cold 
towards me."

I noticed a tear forming in Terry's eye and I moved over 
to the sofa and put an arm around her shoulders.

"I haven't noticed any difference, sweetie." I said in 
consolation.

"Well, we haven't gone out anywhere together since then 
and you know how mom and I used to go shopping together 
all the time?"

How well I knew it. I had monthly proof when the bills 
came in.

"Maybe she just doesn't feel like going shopping. It 
happens you know, even to your mom."

Terry giggled through her tears, but then added, "It's 
not only that. It's like she doesn't want to be in the 
same room with me. And...and," she sniffled, "when I ask 
her questions about boys and stuff she just tells me to 
ask my friends."

Now that was really strange. Judy had always been a very 
nurturing parent, maybe overly so. She was very 
protective of Terry and always felt the best way to deal 
with her was to always tell the truth and to be 
completely honest.

"I'll talk to her, Terry." I said giving her shoulders a 
squeeze. "Now. Why don't you tell me what your problem 
is?"

Terry looked at me and a blush crept up her throat. 
"I...I...think there's something wrong with me..." She 
hesitated for a second and then indicated her nether 
regions with her chin, "down there."

A feeling of concern came over me as I looked at my 
daughter. I thought quickly for a second and realized it 
couldn't be her period because my arms still ached from 
my last sojourn to the gym, a week ago.

"Are you in pain? Is there blood down there?" the 
questions started to flow out of me.

"No, no," was Terry's answer to all my questions. Then 
she stood up abruptly and said, "Maybe, I should just 
show you."

For a moment I thought my daughter was going to drop her 
pants and my breath caught in my throat, but she turned 
and walked out of the room. She came back a minute later 
and was holding a pair of panties in her hand.

She held them out to me and said, "I've got this stuff 
coming out of me!" 

I took the panties from her and fumbled for a second 
until I found the inside crotch area. There was a yellow 
stain there and it wasn't urine. I held the panties close 
to my nose for a second and took a whiff. Terry's eyes 
opened wide and she muttered, "gross!"

At first I thought perhaps it was a yeast infection. Her 
mother was prone to those, but the one whiff told me 
differently. I was looking at my daughter's cum. I must 
have smiled a little, because Terry frowned and asked, 
"What? What's funny?"

I could tell there was relief in her voice. She figured 
that if I was smiling that she wasn't going to die from 
whatever that was in her panties.

I gave the panties back to her and asked, "Are your 
panties like that when get up in the morning?" She shook 
her head up and down.

"Tell me, sweetie?" I asked and coughed to hide my 
discomfort. "Do you dream about... about, you know, sexy 
things?"

Terry slapped a hand across her mouth and I heard her 
mumble, "Oh my God!" She pulled her hand away and said, 
"Daaaaaad! How can you ask me that?"

"Are you sure you don't want to talk to your mom about 
this?" I asked again.

"No! No, it's okay. I'll tell you." 

She looked everywhere but directly at me. She pulled her 
arms behind her back and clasped her hands. She toed the 
carpet with her right foot like she did when she was 
asking for something she thought I would deny her. I'm 
glad she was looking at her feet because by pulling her 
arms behind her she had inadvertently thrust her tits at 
me and they were well displayed as the old, too small tee 
shirt did its best to contain them. 

I realized that she had large aureole and that her 
nipples were almost as big around as nickels. I tore my 
eyes away before she could look up and find me ogling 
her. She was uncomfortable enough as it was.

Finally after about a minute of hemming and hawing she 
simply whispered, "Yes."

It took me a moment to realize that this was the answer 
to my question about her dreams. I chuckled and then 
explained to her about arousal and how the body secreted 
fluids to aid with lubrication in anticipation of sexual 
penetration and how boys and girls would often have 
nocturnal emissions. I thought I did a good job. 

She knew most of the sexual stuff. We had given her one 
of those young teens books that explained the birds and 
the bees, but they never explain the side effects. The 
entire time I was talking to her she looked at me and 
worried her bottom lip. A very pensive look remained on 
her face when I finished.

"Is there something else?" I asked, concerned about the 
look. I thought perhaps I hadn't done as good of a job as 
I thought.

"Well," she said, going back to her 'aw shucks' attitude. 
"Do you think that's all there is to it."

"I think so, honey. Why?"

"Well," she came and sat down on the sofa again and 
trapped her clenched hands between her knees a she bent 
forward slightly looking at the floor, "I have really 
strange feelings down there. Like it really itches bad, 
and I feel like rubbing it to make it go away. I'm just 
worried that it might be something else."

The picture of my daughter 'rubbing it' passed through my 
mind and went directly to my dick. I sprouted a hard-on 
like I was the thirteen year old. I pushed the image from 
my mind and thought about her comments. I wondered if 
maybe I was wrong with my 'diagnosis'.

"I think we should have your mom take a look, just in 
case." 

Once again, Terry got that wild look on her face and she 
said, "No, dad. I don't want mom looking down there any 
more. I think that's what made her mad to start off 
with." 

"What," I exclaimed. "Why would looking down there make 
your mother angry."

"Well, maybe not angry, but acting weird, like she's 
jealous or something."

To myself I said, "I gotta see this," and I tried to 
think of a plausible excuse for looking at my daughter's 
cunt. I wondered what deformity she might have that had 
caused my wife to act strangely and why she hadn't said 
anything to me. But, I needn't have worried, because 
Terry's next statement took care of everything.

"Do... do... you think you could... look, dad," she asked 
and looked away from me, blushing intensely.

"Are you sure, honey?" I asked.

"Yesssss," came her protracted and very unsure reply. 

A series of conflicting thoughts rushed through my mind. 
'I shouldn't be doing this' one part of me said. 'You 
need to make sure she's all right' another said. 'God, I 
want to see what my daughter's pussy looks like' the 
lusty part of my brain intoned. 'You fucking pervert' 
screamed the conscience part. Finally, rationalization 
took over.

"Well, I suppose we should make sure that everything is 
fine." I said. A little voice behind my eyes said 'You 
rotten bastard', but I ignored it.

Terry got up off the sofa and came to stand in front of 
me. I looked at her face and tried to smile reassuringly. 
She sucked in her bottom lip and started to chew on it 
again. Then, she looked down at her hands as they untied 
the knot holding up her sweat pants. I watched intently. 
My heart was pounding inside my chest and my cock 
twitched emphatically. She finally worried the knot loose 
and pushed the pants past her rounded ass. She then slid 
the thumbs of both hands into the waistband of her 
panties and slowly, hesitatingly worked them down.

I watched as my daughter's lower body unveiled itself. 
She had a golden tan and I could see the fine, sun 
bleached hairs on her stomach. Her thumbs worked the 
front down an inch then slid to the back to work that 
down an inch, then back to the front. Christ, it was like 
a striptease. 

She finally got the waistband of her panties down to the 
wide part of her hips and ass. I kept watching for pubic 
hair to show then wondered if she had any. She slid the 
back of her panties past her ass cheeks and then reached 
around front and slid that down also. The panties didn't 
slide all the way down her legs, but hung there inside 
out. They seemed to be caught in the folds of her cunt. I 
noticed a few sparse pubic hairs and awaited the final 
unveiling. She spread her legs a little more and bent 
over to slide her panties down. She then stood back up 
and presented herself to me. 

I was looking at her face to make sure she was okay with 
this and when our eyes met she blushed furiously and 
looked to the side. I brought my eyes down and sought out 
her cunt. I looked and took in a gasp of air. "My God," I 
muttered.

"What?" Terry asked. "That's the same thing mom did! 
What's wrong with me?"

I reached out and grasped her wrist and slid my hand down 
to hold hers. 

"There's nothing wrong with you, honey," I said, trying 
to console her. "It's just that...that you're very 
developed for a young girl."'

And she was. Her outer labia pouted out almost an inch 
from her crotch and her clitoral hood was at least an 
inch long and as fat as my middle finger. I fought the 
urge to reach out and stroke it. I had slept around a lot 
before marrying Judy. Four years at UCLA and four years 
of military had combined into one long orgy. 

In all that time, I had seen very few cunts that were 
this developed and the ones I had seen belonged to some 
incredibly sexually active women. There was no doubt 
about it, my daughter was built to ride. No wonder her 
mother reacted the way she did. And, Terry was right, it 
probably was jealousy. Judy was no slouch in bed, but I 
had to hunt real hard to find and stimulate her clit. I 
always got her off, but it usually took some manual and 
oral stimulation to do it. I had a feeling that Terry 
would probably go off like a hair trigger, if you forgive 
the pun.

I guess I had been staring, because Terry cleared her 
throat and asked, "What do you mean, daddy?"

I looked up at her and it was now my turn to blush. 
"Well...uh, well...honey," I couldn't figure out how to 
approach this without making her really ill at ease. "You 
see, honey," most women's vaginas don't, uh ...protrude 
as much as yours does. Not, unless they're very aroused 
usually, and ....and, well... your clitoris seems to be 
very large."

Terry looked down at herself and reached down to spread 
her cunt lips. "My what?" she asked puzzled.

I watched her peel her cunt lips apart and saw the moist 
pink interior of her labia. I almost creamed into my 
pants at the sight of it. I swallowed with difficulty and 
explained. 

"Do you see that bump at the top of your uh....thing?"

Terry put a finger on it and moved it around a little. 
"You mean this thing," she croaked out.

I looked up at her face and saw her cheeks had become 
flush, only I don't think it was caused by embarrassment 
this time. I looked back down at her pussy and saw that 
she hadn't taken her finger away and was actually 
pressing harder on her clit.

"What...what does my...my?" she searched for the word.

"Clitoris," I supplied.

"Unhunh," she nodded, "what does it do?"

I watched mesmerized as she poked and prodded at the 
little man and watched in amazement as it started to peek 
out from under its meaty hood.

"Well, its the uh...nerve center so to speak. The 
uh...pleasure center of your vagina."

"Oh!" she replied in wonderment as she rubbed her index 
finger along it.

My cock was screaming for attention. It was as hard as it 
had ever been and was bunched up in my underwear. 
Surreptitiously, I reached into my lap and pulled the 
material loose. My cock immediately shot down my leg and 
pushed obscenely at the material there. I place my hand 
over it and tried to make it look natural. I continued to 
watch my daughter as she fondled her clit and noticed a 
drop of fluid oozed out of her inner lips. I passed a 
tongue over my lips to moisten them.

Still watching her finger moving over her clit, Terry 
asked, "Are you sure it's okay, dad? Maybe it's big like 
this because it's inflamed or something. Like that cut on 
my knee was remember?"

'Inflamed all right' I said to myself. To her I said, "I 
don't think so, honey. I think that that's just the way 
it is."

My daughter looked at me. I notice her eyes were getting 
glassy, and her lips appeared to be puffier than usual. 
She took her hand away from her snatch and reached out 
for mine. She pulled it away from my bulging pants leg. I 
don't think she actually noticed my swollen condition. 
She pulled my hand to her crotch and said, "Could you 
feel it to make sure?"

'Oh, God' my mind screamed, 'don't do this! You're going 
to be sorry!'

I placed my hand flat on her pubic bone and stretched my 
thumb down between her cunt lips. I picked up some 
moisture as I stroked upwards and rubbed the ball of my 
thumb along her engorged clit. It was almost the same 
size as the top joint of my thumb and it was hard. I 
pressed down on it and slowly rubbed in a small circle.

"OOOOh!" Terry moaned and reached down for my hand. She 
grasped my wrist, but instead of pulling me away she just 
held on. 

I ran my thumb down between her cunt lips once again and 
probed between them. My thumb popped into her cunt and I 
felt the tightness and the warmth of it. Terry's legs 
quivered and I looked up at her face. Her eyes were 
scrunched closed and she was still chewing on her lower 
lip.

I pulled my thumb out and back up to her clit. Her clit 
was sticking out form her body like a tiny one-inch penis 
and I played my thumb around it and over it. Terry 
groaned loudly. Her legs shook and she fell to her knees. 
Her breathing came out in gasps. She had pulled my hand 
down with her and now her legs clasped me tightly as she 
squeezed with all her might. Finally, she moaned softly 
and released my hand. 

I suddenly realized that my cock was no longer crying out 
for attention and I looked down to see a widening circle 
of moisture where the cum was soaking into my pants.

"Dad," I heard Terry whisper and I looked into my 
daughters half closed eyes. "I guess that means 
everything is fine, huhn?"

"Yeah, sweetie," I croaked out, "I would say that it is."

I got up off the sofa and started for my room and a long 
cold shower. Behind me I heard Terry ask, "Do you think 
I'll need regular check ups?"

I turned to look at her and she looked at my wet crotch 
and my once again tumescent cock and answered her own 
question, "Yeah, I think I will!"

I sat in my lounge chair. Freshly showered. Clean pair of 
pants on. Scotch and soda in one hand and remote control 
in the other. There was a game on. Basketball, I think. 
My mind wasn't too focused. I kept thinking about what 
had happened earlier. My daughter's worries over a 
possible 'illness' had turned into my masturbating her to 
orgasm. She was only thirteen. Okay, okay, she was built 
like she was eighteen, but she was only a child. My mind 
was in turmoil. 

Something else was nagging at my mind, but I wasn't 
paying it any attention until a hand grasped my shoulder 
and shook it. I almost leapt out of my chair. My drink 
spilled all over my pants and I said, "great! Another 
pair."

My wife had come back from her girls-night-out and had 
found me lost in thought. She laughed at my reaction. 

"I don't know what you were thinking about, but it must 
have been deep."

She bent down and gave me a peck on the lips then turned 
and walked away. I watched her ass move away. She was a 
fine looking woman. She was thirty-six, but still had a 
twenty-year-old's body. It was a compact body. She had a 
slender carriage with muscles taut from continuous 
exercise. She had long auburn hair, no chest to speak of, 
but a tear drop ass to die for. 

"Gosh I'm tired," she said as she walked away from me, "I 
think I'm just going to plop into bed."

I got up and went into the kitchen to throw away the rest 
of my drink. I used some paper towels to soak up most of 
the spilled drink and I also went into the bedroom. There 
was a trail of clothing starting at the door to the 
master bedroom which led to the attached bathroom. I 
followed the trail of shoes, pantyhose, blouse, skirt, 
and bra into the bathroom. We had double sinks, and Judy 
was bent over one brushing her teeth. 

She held her long hair back with one hand as she leant 
forward. She was brushing vigorously and foam was pouring 
out of her mouth and dribbling off of her chin. I thrust 
a hip against the other sink and watched her for a 
moment. Her small breast jiggled with the motion of her 
arm and I could feel my cock stir. She felt me watching 
her and looked over at me and crossed her eyes. It was 
her way of saying, "what are you staring at."

"I had a long talk with Terry tonight," I said in a 
manner that required a question.

Judy stopped brushing for a second and mumble something 
with her mouth full. I assumed she had said, "about 
what?"

"She thinks you hate her," I continued, and let the 
statement hang between us.

Judy's face snapped around and she looked at me with 
deeply furrowed brow. She began to say something and 
forgot she had a mouthful of toothpaste. She gagged for a 
moment and then spit it out. She rinsed out her mouth and 
then used her hand to drink from the tap, trying to get 
rid of the toothpaste in her throat. She finished and 
muttered, "Fuck, that tastes like crap!"

She dried her mouth with a hand towel. The entire time 
staring at me. Finally she said, "What do you mean she 
thinks I hate her?"

"She says you've been avoiding her. You never do things 
together anymore, and you won't talk to her when she 
comes to you with questions. Actually she said you were 
acting like you were jealous or something. I guess petty 
would be the proper word."

Judy stood there staring at me. Her arms crossed below 
her breasts. I could see her mind working, but she didn't 
say anything.

"She says it all started the day you helped her learn 
about using tampons."

I noticed Judy flinch when I said that and realized I had 
struck a chord. I pressed on.

"What's going on, honey?"

Judy looked at me and her mouth opened and closed a 
couple of times before words finally came out. "I'm not 
mad at her, Hank! I just... just, don't know how to deal 
with her."

"Deal with what?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Judy searched my eyes and then she came up to me and put 
her arms around me. 

"Oh, Hank! You wouldn't believe it if I told you," she 
half moaned into my shoulder.

I placed my arms on her shoulders and pushed her out to 
arms length. I looked her in the eye and trying to sound 
worried asked, "Wouldn't believe what? Is there something 
wrong with her?"

Judy bit her lower lip and then said, "Yes, well no, but 
she's different, Hank!"

She once again leant into me, as though she didn't want 
to look me in the eye.

"What do you mean different? I remember when she was 
little. I used to bathe her and dress her. I don't 
remember anything different!" 

'Oh, you sly devil you,' I said to myself. You should 
have been an actor.

"Well she's not little anymore, Hank!" Judy stressed 
emphatically. "And, her boobs aren't the only thing 
that's sprouted out, let me tell you."

"Perhaps you should," I replied.

"It's... it's her, uh, her pussy, Hank. It's, it's 
different!"

"What do you mean 'different'?" I pressed her.

"Well, you know when I saw it I realized that I hadn't 
seen her naked in a couple of years and I was totally 
unprepared for what I saw." She took a breath and 
shuddered against me. "Her pussy, Hank. It's like, it's 
like. Well I don't know what it's like. Her pussy lips 
are really big and they hang down like an inch and her 
clit. My God, Hank! Her clit is like huge. I couldn't 
believe my eyes."

"Is that what this is all about?" I asked. "You can't 
face your daughter because she has a large clitoris?"

"No, Hank!" she whined. "That's not it. I was just 
shocked. I mean, where did she get this pussy from 
anyway? Not from me! You know how I'm built. You should 
see it!" she chuckled for a moment and added, "Well maybe 
not see it. But, oh I don't know. It just really affected 
me and I reacted poorly."

"Well, perhaps you should get over it. It's really 
affecting her. She had a problem and insisted on talking 
to me about it because she doesn't think you care anymore 
or something."

Judy pulled back and looked up into my face, a look of 
concern played across her eyes.

"What kind of problem, Hank. Is she all right?"

It was my turn to chuckle. "Well it took a lot of hemming 
and hawing on her part, but she finally produced a pair 
of her panties and showed me a discharge and voiced her 
concern over a possible infection or something."

"Discharge, Hank? I, I don't understand?" Judy said 
shaking her head slightly.

"She's been finding a discharge in her panties when she 
gets up in the morning..." I let the statement hang in 
the air; my eyebrows raised.

"In the morni....Oh! Oh!" Judy exclaimed, wide eyes. "Oh, 
my God! You mean she's dreaming about sex and she's 
having uh...uh..."

"Yes!" Was all I said.

Judy once again clutched me in her arms and spoke into my 
chest. "God, she's growing so fast, Hank. I'll try to 
talk to her tomorrow. I don't know if I can make her 
understand why I reacted the way I did, but I can talk to 
her about her ...her discharges."

"I already have, Judy. You don't have to worry about that 
part of it. You should just let her know that you don't 
hate her."

"I will, Hank," she said, hugging me to her, "and thanks 
for being there for her." 

She started to loosen her grip and then stopped suddenly. 
She looked me in the eye once again and said, "Oh, my 
Lord. What's this?" She had reached down and grasped my 
erection.

"You got turned on thinking about your daughter!" she 
teased, squeezing my cock. "You got all hot and bothered 
thinking about your daughter's pussy, and her big clit!"

"Don't be silly!" I croaked out. "Any blue blooded male 
would get aroused talking about pussies and clits, and 
stuff."

"Oh, yeah?" Judy asked. A wicked gleam sparkled in her 
eye as she slowly pushed me out of the bathroom and 
towards the bed. Never letting go of my erection. We 
reached the edge of the bed and she shoved me back onto 
it. I fell and bounced around for a moment. Judy was busy 
at the waist of my trousers and before I knew it she had 
unbuttoned and unzipped me. 

She grasped the cuffs of my pants and pulled them off of 
me. She stared at the bulge in my trousers and licked her 
lips. "Yummm!" She purred and pulled my underwear off. My 
cock sprung into view and she grasped it with one hand 
and started to stroke. She looked me in the eye as she 
slowly lowered herself to her knees and placed her mouth 
over my swollen cock. I watched as her tongue came out 
and slowly circled the head of my penis. I moaned as the 
pleasurable feeling work its way up my cock and into my 
brain.

 She drew her tongue up one side of my cock and down the 
other. I watched as she slowly took the head into her 
mouth and felt her tongue circle around the glans. Judy 
is a great cock sucker and she was doing her best at the 
moment. I knew where this night was going. We often had 
sex in this manner. 

First, Judy would give me one out-of-sight blow job and 
then I would return the favor by licking and lapping her 
to orgasm. Judy straightened for a moment and twisted her 
long hair into a tight braid then she tied it into some 
kind of knot. The whole time she stared me in the eye and 
had a lascivious grin on her face. Lowering her head once 
again, she engulfed my cock and started driving me wild.

 Judy had been working on my cock for a few minutes when 
a sudden motion caught my attention. It was the bedroom 
door opening. I looked over and saw Terry standing there. 
She was watching her mother suck me off. She was frozen 
to the spot. My first reaction was to grab Judy's head 
and stop her, but something stopped my hands from moving. 

I think it was the look in Terry's eyes. She was 
mesmerized. Her chest was heaving as she watched. Then I 
saw her hand reach into her panties and I knew she was 
rubbing on her clit. I looked from her hand to her face 
and saw that she was looking right at me. She did a 
strange thing then. Her tongue came out and slowly 
moistened her lips. I don't know if it was just because 
her lips were dry, but it almost looked like she was 
saying, "I want to be the one sucking your cock."
 
 That thought was too much for me and I groaned loudly as 
the cum shot out of my cock into Judy's hungrily sucking 
mouth. She swallowed valiantly, but some leaked out and 
coated the shaft of my spurting cock. Judy kept on 
sucking until my cock stopped spurting and began to 
deflate in her mouth. 

Meanwhile, Terry's hand was gyrating wildly inside of her 
panties. Judy pulled her mouth off of my cock and slowly 
licked the cum off of the shaft. This sight drove Terry 
over the edge and I heard a quiet moan as she leaned back 
against the door frame. Her body shaking, her knees 
trembling, and her eyelids fluttering. 

 Judy finished tending to my cock and got up off of her 
knees. She grasped her panties and slid them down to the 
floor. I watched as Terry slowly disappeared behind the 
bedroom door just as Judy turned that way and pitched her 
panties towards the clothes hamper. I'm amazed she didn't 
catch her daughter's disappearing act.

 Judy scrambled onto the bed and straddled my chest. I 
looked at her swollen and glistening cunt poised inches 
from my face. She used both hands to pull her labia open 
and I saw the swollen inner lips throb and pulse. Judy 
has great muscle control in her cunt and can squeeze my 
cock like a fist. Her cunt also throbs with her heart 
beat just like my cock. And it was throbbing mightily at 
the moment. 

 Judy knelt there for moment. Her cunt poised a few 
inches from my waiting mouth and she said, "You ready to 
give me a ride, face cowboy?"

 I chuckled at the pun and reached for her ass. Pulling 
her down onto my face I said, "bring it on, cowgirl!"

 She moaned loudly as my tongue made first contact with 
her cunt. I probed between her cunt lips and lapped up he 
cunt juice. I licked up to her clit and poked, prodded, 
and lapped at the little man-in-the-boat. I looked up 
past her fine pubic hair and saw her twisting and pulling 
on her nipples. Her head was thrown back and a quiet moan 
kept escaping her throat. 

It was almost a mewing sound. She didn't last very long 
before her body spasmed and she groaned loudly. Juices 
literally poured out of her cunt and I swallowed while 
continuing my rapid licking of her clit. She hadn't cum 
this quickly since a while back when we had make up sex 
following a three week long snit. 

As Judy rolled off of me I once again saw Terry's face 
framed in the doorway. Seeing me look at her, she quickly 
pulled back. Judy lie on her back and rubbed her breasts. 

"I haven't cum that quickly in ages," she whispered in 
awe.

I don't know if it was my wife's over stimulation or the 
thought of my daughter watching us that caused it, but my 
cock was throbbing once again. I rolled over onto my wife 
and parted her legs. She looked at my face, slack jawed 
and wonderingly. I lowered myself and slowly slid my cock 
into her moistened cunt. She groaned and thrust up at me. 

I went slowly at first and stroked softly. I watched her 
face until I saw she was once again aroused and then I 
started pounding into her. She would grunt every time I 
hit bottom. She clutched my sides with her finger nails 
and wrapped her legs around my waist. We went at it for 
ten or fifteen minutes and then I felt my balls pulling 
up into my groin and that pleasant feeling began to 
surround the head of my cock. I was long stroking her, 
pulling my cock almost all the way out and then driving 
it all the way to her cervix. 

I knew I wouldn't last too much longer and then I was 
surprised when Judy's eyes snapped wide open and she 
moaned, "Ohhhhh fuck! I'm cumming!" This pushed me over 
the edge and the cum surged out of my cock and splashed 
into her cunt. We both grunted like animals as I drove 
into her a few more times and then I collapsed onto her, 
exhausted.

I lie there for a minute or so until Judy pushed at my 
chest and whined, "Haaaank!" Meaning, 'get-off-me-you-
weigh-a-ton'. I rolled over and put my arms behind my 
head. Judy rolled into me and placed her head onto my 
chest. She reached down and twirled a finger in my pubic 
hair. We lie silently for a minute or so and then Judy 
put our thoughts into words. 

"Christ, Hank! That was like it was when we were kids in 
college. What the hell was that anyway?"

She turned her head so that she could look at me and 
said, "do you think this was because of Terry?" She shook 
her head and said, "I mean, were you thinking about her? 
No, I mean, were you thinking about that fat cunt of 
hers?"

"I don't remember what the hell I was thinking about, 
Hon. I think the conversation we had certainly fueled my 
arousal, but no, I wasn't thinking about Terry, or her... 
her thing," I couldn't bring myself to say the word cunt, 
in association with my daughter, in front of my wife. I 
glanced at the door quickly and saw that no one was 
there. I knew I was lying. I hadn't thought about my 
daughter while fucking. I was simply lost in my arousal, 
but I knew that thoughts of her and her cunt had fueled 
my arousal.

"I wonder what it would be like to have a cunt like 
that?" Judy mused.

"I don't think it would make a difference, Jude. Just 
like men, size doesn't matter to the man only to the 
woman."

Judy chuckled and replied, "Perhaps, but how would you 
know, Hank. You've got a fair sized cock. You don't know 
how someone with a small dick feels."

"Well, I had a small dick when I was young and I don't 
think I have better orgasms now than when I was 
thirteen!"

Judy looked up at me, her eyebrows raised as though 
wanting to believe what I was saying, "Yeah? I guess 
you're right, Sugar. I've probably got clitoris envy. I 
guess it probably wouldn't make a difference to me and 
hopefully it wouldn't make a difference to you?"

I knew she sought reassurance and I tousled her hair and 
said, "Babe, I wouldn't change a thing about you. Well, I 
might," I paused slightly here and she looked at my face 
questioningly, "try to curb your shopping urge a little."

"Oh, you prick!" she said and pulled out one of my chest 
hairs.

"Owww!" I yelled. "Jesus, that hurts."

Judy rolled over and turned off the lights. 

"Serves you right!" She leaned into me once again and 
pecked me on the lips then rolled over again and said, 
"Night, Hon."

I patted her on the butt and said, "Good night." I 
thought for a second and then swung my legs off the bed. 
Judy mumbled a, "where ya goin'" And it told her I wasn't 
tired and was going to go read in the living room. She 
snuggled into her pillow and by the time I had pulled on 
a pair of sweats she was snoring lightly.

I quietly moved to the door and closed it behind me. I 
hesitated for a moment and decided on getting something 
to drink. I made my way to the kitchen and went through 
the door. Terry was there. She was leaning against the 
counter and drinking a glass of milk. I paused in the 
door way and we stared at each other. She had a milk 
mustache and her tongue came out and played across her 
upper lip. I couldn't believe it, but my cock once again 
stirred in my pants. I had cum three times this night and 
still she could arouse me.

"Did you see enough?" I asked and cocked an eyebrow.

She looked over at my newly bulging crotch and slowly 
lowered a hand to her crotch before saying, "No!"

I followed her hand down to her crotch and noticed that 
the front of her panties were discolored. I realized that 
her crotch was soaked through by her cunt juices. I shook 
my head and said to myself, 'My God! What's happening 
here. This morning she was my little innocent thirteen 
year old daughter and now she's acting like a sluttish 
little lolita.' I guessed that our conversation and my 
earlier actions had brought this side of her to the 
forefront.

I watched as she slowly placed the half full glass of 
milk into the sink. She turned back to me and slowly 
crossed the intervening twelve feet. She stood in front 
of me and I suddenly realized that she was as tall as her 
mother. She pressed her large breasts into my lower chest 
and rubbed them back and forth. I was like a man 
bewitched. My mind kept screaming at me to stop this, but 
my body wouldn't respond.

I felt her hand rub my cock through my pants and 
something rumbled inside her throat. She stood back a 
little and pulled my sweat pants down. My cock sprung 
free and swayed between us. She slowly lowered herself to 
her knees and took hold of my cock. She peered at it, 
moving it from side to side and moving her hand up and 
down. A bead of precum oozed out of the tip and she 
stopped moving for a second and studied it. I saw the tip 
of her tongue come out of her mouth and she bent forward 
and licked the drop into her mouth. 

A shiver of pleasure went up my spine and my legs shook. 
She looked up into my eyes and had a strange look on her 
face. It was as though she sensed the power she had over 
me. An inkling of the power she would have over all men. 
Not taking her eyes off my face she leant forward and 
wrapped her lips around my cock.

She worked diligently at bringing me off. She tried to 
imitate what she had seen her mother doing, but she had a 
lot to learn. Nevertheless, it was extremely erotic, 
watching my thirteen year old overly developed daughter 
ministering to my cock. I felt the surge in my groin and 
I reached down and tangled my hands in her long hair. I 
drove my cock in as far as she would take it and splashed 
her throat with my cum. 

It was a small load and she had no trouble swallowing all 
of it. She sucked and licked my cock for a few more 
seconds and then I let go of her. She slid her mouth off 
my cock and stood up. I watched as she played her tongue 
around her swollen lips and as a leer broke out on her 
face. She walked around me, her hand trailing from my 
groin, across my hip, and onto my ass as she headed for 
the door.

I looked over my shoulder as she held the door open for a 
second. She winked at me and said, "Good night, daddy!"

I croaked a, "G'night," and watched her go through the 
door. It silently swung to behind her and I was left 
alone in the kitchen. I must have stood there for five 
minutes. My pants bunched around my ankles. A string of 
clear fluid stretching from my flaccid penis down to my 
knees. I was a lost man and I knew it.

* * *

I was confused. And, I was tired. Tired and confused. I 
had had a restless night. Strange dreams had forced me to 
toss and turn. I dreamt of a baby being born. The doctor 
holding her up and saying, "Now that's what I call a 
baby!" The baby had large breasts and everyone in the 
delivery room started playing and sucking on them. The 
entire time my wife laughed and the baby cooed. 

My wife had shaken me awake during the night and asked if 
I was ok. She said I must have been having a nightmare 
and that I kept repeating the word 'No'.

I had gotten up and had a drink of water then had gone 
back to bed to try and sleep. Another dream had surfaced. 
This time I was being chased by a giant, bodiless cunt. 
It flew around by flapping pendulous labia and the clit 
had a face on it that laughed and evil laugh. 

I woke up in a sweat. I didn't need a shrink to tell me 
what these dreams meant. It was manifest guilt. Guilt at 
having allowed myself to fool around with my thirteen 
year old daughter. 

I sat at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee. I had 
called the shop and told them I would be in late - 
owner's privilege. I hadn't showered and my wife said I 
looked haggard. She had felt my brow and pronounced me 
without temperature. I told her I was fine. That I was 
just restless over a large account and that I hadn't had 
much sleep. She seemed perky though and as she and Terry 
were leaving, Judy leaned into me and pinched my ass, 
gave me a kiss, and said, "See ya later, tiger!"

Terry who rode to school with Judy came by next and 
winking at me said, "Bye, daddy!"

I closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "God 
damn! What are you doing?!" I chastised myself. I walked 
towards the master bedroom and replayed the events of the 
previous day. I kept picturing my daughter's over-
developed cunt. And then I would remember her on her 
knees sucking on my cock. The next thing I knew I was 
sporting a hard-on. I looked at it and felt betrayed by 
my body. My mind kept saying I shouldn't be aroused by my 
own daughter and yet my body insisted that I was. I 
climbed into the shower and turned on the cold water. 

I couldn't seem to get my mind off of my situation. I 
came into the office and worked up a couple of orders, 
but that took me forever and I kept finding mistakes so I 
just pushed them aside. I went out onto the shop floor 
and looked around. I had started out as a machinist and I 
liked to keep my hand in. I often helped the guys set up 
the machines. Especially when a large order came in. We 
were getting ready to fabricated an aircraft part for a 
major aircraft builder. 

I had worked months to get that job. Months of planning 
and figuring on how I could submit low bid and still make 
money. If we did a good job this time we would probably 
be able to pick up more contracts like this one. Maybe 
even a defense contract. Cream of the crop. 

I joked around with the guys for a few minutes and then 
decided to help one of the newer workers set up the large 
stamping machine. We had put the stamp and die pieces 
together and were checking for alignment. It was a fairly 
rote process, which allowed my mind to wander. I had 
reached in to place a blank onto the die and the next 
thing I knew I was being shoved aside by my lead foreman.

"Jesus Christ, Hank!" Tony yelled, "you almost lost your 
hand. What the fuck were you doing?"

I looked around me at the employees that had gathered 
around. There was concern on everyone's faces. I smiled 
and waved my arms in the air. "It's okay guys. No harm 
done!" I walked away and headed back towards the office. 
Tony followed along. Once we were in the relative quiet 
of my office, Tony let me have it. 

"God damn, Hank. What the hell was that out there?" 

I looked at him and realized he was really concerned.

"I don't know, Tony. I guess my mind just wandered."

"Just wandered!" Tony exclaimed. "You're lucky your hand 
didn't just wander off your arm. I mean, Jesus, Hank! I'm 
sorry for yelling boss, but that was close. I may have to 
go home and change my shorts."

We both chuckled as his comment relieved some of the 
tension in the air. 

"I'm sorry, Tony. I've got a little personal baggage I 
brought to work with me today."

"Yeah? Aren't you the one whose always telling us that to 
be safe we gotta leave all that shit at home?" Tony 
asked, rhetorically.

"Your right, Tony. I think I'll go take care of this 
problem before it escalates. Take care of the floor for 
me will ya? Let the guys know that I'm all right." 

Tony shook his head and headed back out to the work room 
floor. I buzzed my secretary and told her I was taking 
the rest of the day off. She was somewhat taken aback 
since I never took personal time off, and she asked if 
everything was all right. 

I assured her everything was and that I would see her 
tomorrow. I headed out to the gym, figuring a little 
exercise might clear my mind. Three hours and thirty 
thousand pounds later I had decided on a course of 
action. I was going to sit my daughter down and tell her 
that this had gone far enough. I was her father for god's 
sake. I mulled over the idea of telling my wife about 
what had happened, but that thought vaporized rather 
quickly. I showered, dressed, and headed home.

I pulled into my garage and as I got out of the car I 
could hear, or feel, the throbbing bass coming from the 
stereo in the family room. I went through the connecting 
door into the kitchen and then on into the living room. I 
stood at the entry to the family room and watched as 
Terry and a couple of her friends flailed about to what 
they call music. I stood and watched them flounce around 
for a few minutes until Suzie Stratford saw me there. 
Suzie stopped dancing and in a loud voice said, "Hi! Mr. 
Jameson."

Terry and the other girl, who I'd never met, stopped 
dancing also when they heard Suzie. Terry turned the 
stereo down and turned to me, "Hi, Dad! What are you 
doing home so early?"

"I just took some time off, sweetie. I might ask you the 
same question though?"

"Today was a half day, daddy." Terry frowned. "It's on 
the calendar!" We had a school calendar posted on the 
refrigerator door so that we could track school holidays 
and activities. I hadn't checked it lately and thought 
that perhaps I should. Maybe somewhere on it there would 
be a day marked, 'Fuck your father day'. Inwardly I shook 
my head, then smiling I looked at the new girl and asked, 
"So, who's this?"

The new girl blushed at being singled out and a sheepish 
smile crept across her face. Terry walked over to her and 
placed a hand on her shoulder. 

"This is Kathy Owens, dad. Her family moved here from 
Boston about a month ago. She brought over these neat CDs 
for us to play. They're really cool."

"Uhn-hunh!" I intoned, having just recently been exposed 
to one of the 'really cool' CDs. "Well, have fun," I said 
and turned towards the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms. 

"Okay, daddy," Terry chimed behind me, and then I heard 
the girls giggle and whisper. I was half way up the 
stairs when it struck me. 'What the hell were they 
giggling about?' I asked myself. 'Shit, I hope to God 
Terry hasn't said anything to them about our sexual 
encounters'. All of my previous concerns came flooding 
back into my mind and now there was an additional worry.

I changed my clothes and went downstairs to the den. I 
plunked myself down in front of the computer and decided 
to do a little electronic surfing. I checked my stocks, 
then a weather site, then a news site, then I played some 
on line hearts, but nothing seemed to hold my interest. I 
was going to sign off, but decided to clean out some 
files and compact the hard drive. With three of us using 
this thing it seemed to need extra attention and no one 
else seemed capable of doing it. 

I've got a utility on my machine that tracks the most 
recent URLS contacted. That way, if you get disconnected 
you can just sign back on, look up the URL, and get 
reconnected. How many times have you found a real cool 
web site and then couldn't find it again because you 
didn't save it as a 'favorite place'. 

I started clearing out old addresses. Every time I found 
one of mine that I didn't care about I would delete it 
from the folder. "Don't need that one," I mumbled to 
myself, or "That was a crappy site!" I had gone through 
about a dozen URLs when suddenly I came across one that 
was www.xxxstories.com. "What the!" I said and thought 
back. It wasn't one I had ever looked up. 

If I looked at sex sights I usually cleared the address 
right away, and I hadn't ever noticed Judy looking at 
such sights. I looked at the closed door of the study and 
listened to the renewed throbbing of the music in the 
family room. "Could it be?" I mused.

I looked at the date and time stamp, which showed when 
the site was first connected to. It was about a week ago, 
a Wednesday I realized, and it had been logged onto at 
two in the afternoon. "I'll be damned!" I muttered 
thinking back. I had been working and I know that Judy 
had been also, so my daughter was looking at porn sites. 
I highlighted the URL and clicked on the connect icon. 

The ping and hiss of the modem indicated connection and 
then the site's splash page appeared. 'XXX Stories' 
scrolled across the top of the page and below it an 
assortment of thumbnail pictures depicted various sexual 
acts. Below each picture was a tag line. 

One picture showed a woman munching on another woman with 
the tag line 'Lesbian' below it. I scrolled down the page 
and saw a picture of a woman made up like a school girl 
who was holding onto a large swollen cock. Below that 
picture was the caption, 'Incest'. I pondered for a 
moment and clicked on the link.

A new page popped up with INCEST in large bold letters at 
the top. A list of story titles, authors, and a short 
synopsis were listed. I scrolled down until I found 
stories that were posted on and before the date that 
Terry had logged on. About six stories down, there was a 
story posted by someone named Seductress, who was using 
the same ISP that we did. 

Her story was titled, "A Father Trapped!" I hesitated for 
a moment and then clicked on that one. I read the story 
about a young girl who waits until her mother is gone and 
then approaches her father with a personal problem. They 
both wind up naked and making hot monkey love. There were 
enough similarities between the story and what had 
happened to make me realize that Terry had submitted this 
story. 

"Jesus!" I said to myself while absent-mindedly rubbing 
my throbbing cock through the material of my trousers. 
"How could she write about what had happened? Wasn't she 
worried at all?" 

Then it struck me. The date of the story was five days 
earlier than our little escapade in the family room. This 
wasn't a story, it was a blue print. She had planned the 
whole "there's something wrong with me down there" 
episode. 

Emotions flooded through my mind. I was angry. I was 
perplexed. I was amazed. Mostly, I was turned on. 'That 
little minx,' I said to myself. Here I was feeling so 
ashamed because I thought I had taken advantage of my 
daughter when she was most vulnerable. A weight was 
lifted from my chest. I knew that the problem was still 
there, but I didn't feel quite the debaucher that I 
thought I was.

My cock was really throbbing now. I decided to reopen the 
story and read it again. I was positioning the mouse when 
I heard the door open behind me and I turned to see Terry 
standing there. 

"Daddy? Can I go over to Suzie's house?" my daughter 
asked.

I looked at her for a moment, wondering if I should sit 
her down now and talk to her about what I knew and what 
we should do about it. I decided it probably wasn't a 
good time with her friends being there. I opened my mouth 
and started to say, "Sure, hon..." But Terry let out a 
gasp as she saw the web page I was looking at.

She brought a hand to her mouth; her eyes bulged; and she 
looked from the screen to my face. She spun around 
quickly and ran away. I said, "Shit!" and got up to 
follow. I walked into the family room and found Suzie and 
Kathy talking as they packed up their belongings. 

I looked around and asked, "Where's Terry?"

Suzie looked up at me with a frown and replied, "She went 
looking for you, Mr. Jameson." I noticed that she had 
stuttered a little and saw that both she and Kathy 
weren't looking at my face. I looked down at myself and 
realized that my cock was stretching out the fabric of my 
pants leg. I felt the blood rush to my face as I spun 
around and walked away. 

"Could my life get any more fucked up!" I muttered to 
myself. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and 
knocked on Terry's door. There was no answer so I tried 
the knob and pushed open the unlocked door. Terry lie on 
her stomach with a pillow over her head.

I sat at the foot of the bed and nudged her foot. 
"Honey?" I said. 

"Go away!" Came the muffled reply.

"I'm not going anywhere, Sweetie." I replied, "So, you 
might as well come out from under there."

Terry pulled the pillow off of her head and rolled onto 
her side. I noticed she was crying as she lie there 
staring and sniffling at me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked softly. 

"Oh, daddy!" she exclaimed and clambered into my arms. 
She hugged me tightly and drove her face into my chest. 
"I'm so sorry! It was all a game."

"A game!" I said. "What are you talking about?"

"It... it... was a dare! The other girls dared me to let 
you look at my... my... ohhhhhh!" She wailed and drove 
her face back into my chest.

"Honey! Sweetie!" I tried to console her. "It wasn't your 
fault. I'm the adult here. I should have known better 
than to let things get out of hand." I stroked my 
daughter's hair as we rocked together at the edge of the 
bed. 

We stayed like that for a few minutes and then I heard a 
voice at the bedroom door ask, "Is, is, everything okay, 
Terry?" I looked up and saw the concerned faces of her 
two friends.

Terry slowly pulled away from me and wiped at her tear 
streaked cheeks. "Yeah," she whispered, and then pouted 
her lips and said, "I told him about the dare."

Both girls gasped in unison and their eyes opened wide. 
Their glance went form Terry to me and then back. 

"Is he real mad, Terry?" asked the new girl, Kathy, as 
though I wasn't sitting there.

"I'm fine girls," I answered. "Just a little confused as 
to why a bunch of thirteen-year old girls would come up 
with such a game."

The other two had worked their way into the room and 
Suzie was sitting next to Terry and holding her hand. 
Kathy stood facing us. I realized suddenly as I looked at 
them that these weren't little girls. All three of them 
were built like battleships. Terry had the larger pair of 
breasts, but the other two both sported a respectable 
pair of knockers. They were all thin waisted and their 
tight pants showed off a trio of well rounded butts. I 
wondered if the other two girls' fathers had as much 
trouble as I did trying to think of them only as 
daughters.

I hadn't expected an answer to my question, but Kathy 
cleared her throat and stammered out a reply.

"It, it's my fault, Mr. Jameson." She quickly glanced at 
the other two and then looked back down at the top of her 
shoes. "We'd been playing Truth or Dare one day at 
Suzie's house, and we got carried away, you know?"

"Yeah, I remember how that goes!" I answered.

"You do?" Kathy asked as her head snapped up. Feeling a 
kindred spirit she continued with her story. "Well it 
started kind of silly, you know. Just doing dumb stuff. 
And then, Suzie dared Terry to take her pants off and 
show me her... her... her, you know, her thing."

I looked over at Suzie for a moment and watched the color 
rise in her cheeks. I turned back to Kathy and since I 
didn't say anything she decided it was okay to continue 
with her story. 

"Well, Terry pulled down her pants and wham!" Kathy was 
getting into her story telling now. "I tell you, I'd 
never seen a pussy like that before. So then we were all 
pulling our pants off and looking at each others' things, 
you know." Kathy realized she was getting a little 
excited so she coughed and continued in a quieter tone.

"I asked Terry what her parents thought about 
her...her....endowment?" she more asked than said, 
wondering if she was using the correct word. "Anyway, 
Terry, said that her mom had freaked when she saw it and 
that you had never seen it. So we...we. errrr. That is 
the next time my turn came up I dared Terry to find a way 
to show it to you."

"I see," I answered pondering her tale. "And that's the 
only thing you dared her to do?" I asked and realized I 
should have let that sleeping dog lie.

"Unn-hunn!" Kathy answered, nodding her head up and down 
vigorously, then suddenly it dawned on her and she added, 
"Why?" 

"Nothing!" I answered a little too quickly.

Kathy looked from me to Terry and back again. I felt 
myself blushing and Kathy raised a hand to cover her 
mouth. "Oh my, God!" She squealed and hopped from foot to 
foot.

"What?" asked Suzie, a look of befuddlement on her face.

 "They did it!" mumbled Kathy from behind her hand. "They 
did it!"

"Did what?" asked Suzie, who was now totally confused by 
her friend's actions. She looked from Terry to me and 
then back to Kathy. "What are you talking about? Did 
what?" she almost shouted.

"Did IT!" Kathy intoned, "IT! IT! You know." Her eyes 
opened even wider as though that would get the message 
across. And apparently it did, because Suzie gasped and 
turned and looked Terry in the eye. 

"Oh... my... God!" Suzie stated. Then she shoved Terry's 
shoulder and teasingly said, "You skank!"

Terry shoved her back and shouted, "Am not!"

Kathy just giggled as Suzie and Terry got into a 'Am not' 
- 'Am too' shouting match. 

I stood up and said, "Girls, girls, please! A little 
quiet." I was trying to think of a way to diffuse this 
situation so that none of us came out of this being 
harmed. Especially me. I could almost hear the cell door 
clanging shut behind me. I gulped and tried to think of 
something to say when I heard Kathy say, 

"Damn!"

I looked at her and saw that she was looking at my 
package. My cock was still engorged and was outlined 
through the thin material of my cotton trousers. Suzie 
and Terry stopped arguing and they both looked at what 
Kathy had pointed out. 

"See!" Terry stated proudly. "I told you it was big!"

"Wha--!" I squeaked out at this new turn of conversation.

"A hell of a lot bigger than my dad's!" Kathy stated and 
the other two girls looked at her strangely.

"You've seen your dad's?" Suzie asked.

"That's not all I've done!" Kathy said, cocking an 
eyebrow. She was standing in front of me and before I 
could stop her she had run a finger along the length of 
my cock.

"Kathy!" I exclaimed.

The young girl brought her finger up and poked it at the 
smile on her face. She looked over at the other two and 
said, "Hold 'im down."

"Wha...?" I muttered, once again confused.

Suddenly, Terry and Suzie pounce on me from behind and 
dragged me down onto the bed. 

"What the hell are you doing," I shouted. I tried to get 
up, but they were all over me. Each one of them sat on an 
arm and pressed onto my chest.

"Hurry!" Terry said to Kathy, who bent over me and 
started to undo my trousers.

"Stop it!" I shouted and fought my daughter and her 
friend. My arms were tired from having worked out that 
morning and it seemed as though the will had gone out of 
me. I struggled slightly and watched as Kathy pulled my 
pants and underwear down in one smooth stroke. 

My rampaging cock sprung out and swayed in the air. 
Everything seemed to come to a standstill for a moment. I 
stopped struggling and the girls merely stared at my 
engorged cock. Then I came to my senses, or at least 
thought I did, and I told them to stop what they were 
doing. That this wasn't right and that we would all get 
into trouble. 

I suppose I could have forced the girls off of me, but I 
didn't want to hurt anyone. At least that's what I 
rationalized as I watched Kathy reach out for my cock. 
She gently took it into her hand and slowly stroked its 
length.

"Oh, yeah!" she said. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and 
I watched as her tongue came out and she moistened her 
lips. "I want that in me!" She then said and my mind went 
into over drive. This thirteen-year old girl wanted to 
fuck me. I couldn't believe it. 

I watched as she undid her belt and pushed her pants 
down. She pulled her blouse over her head and stood 
before me in bra and panties. She looked me straight in 
the eye as she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. 
She pulled it off and I stared at her perfectly shaped 
little breasts. She had a nice handful and they were 
capped by chocolate brown nipples. 

I heard Kathy go "Ooohhh!" And I saw her looking at my 
cock, which was producing a steady flow of pre cum. I 
heard the whisper of silk and turned back to see Kathy 
struggle out of her panties. She stood back up and I saw 
her cunt. She had more hair than Terry and it was trimmed 
into a neat triangle above her slit. She reached down and 
pulled her cunt lips apart. 

She ran a finger along the slit and brought it up to her 
mouth. She sucked the finger into her mouth and leered at 
me. My cock bobbed up and down in reaction and Kathy 
chuckled. She crawled over me and brought her face up to 
mine. She looked me in the eye and then kissed me. Her 
tongue forced its way into my not too unwilling mouth and 
it circled mine. She kissed for awhile and then she sat 
up astride my stomach. She rose up on one knee and 
reached for my cock. She rubbed it along her slit and I 
heard Terry and Suzie gasp. 

Kathy looked at them and winked. She then looked at me 
and said, "enjoy!" She lowered herself onto my throbbing 
cock and I felt her moist, hot, and tight pussy slide 
down the length of my cock. I struck bottom before I was 
all the way in and Kathy threw her head back and moaned. 
My daughter and Suzie had let go of my arms now and were 
sitting back and watching their friend. Kathy slowly rose 
up on her knees and then slid back down. She did this a 
number of times until we were both well lubricated and 
then she rode me like a pro. 

She bounced up and down and moved back and forth. At one 
point I felt myself slide in all the way and she let out 
a loud moan. I knew I had entered her womb and couldn't 
believe the feeling as it clasped around the head of my 
cock. I surrendered myself to the feeling and went along 
for the ride. I grasped her thin waist in my hands and 
set the tempo. I had my eyes closed and was oblivious to 
everything around me. Oblivious that is until I heard 
Kathy say, "That's it, Terry! Go for it."

I opened my eyes and saw Terry kneeling next to my upper 
body. She was totally naked and was stroking her cunt 
with two fingers. Her eyes were slightly glazed and I saw 
a smile creep across her face as she threw a leg across 
mine. Her cunt was only a few inches away from my tongue. 
She reached down and pulled her pendulous labia aside so 
that I could see the pink interior. She slowly lowered 
herself onto my mouth and I heard her say, "Ride 'em Face 
Cowboy!" 

I stretched out my tongue and hungrily lapped at her 
juicy cunt. I slid my tongue from top to bottom and then 
sucked her engorged clit into my mouth. It was almost 
like sucking on my thumb, only not as long. I heard her 
moan and she whispered, "Ohhhh, daddy!" I continued 
lapping and sucking as I tried to give her the most 
pleasure that I could from my prone position.
	 
Meanwhile, Kathy was fast approaching orgasm and I felt 
her cunt clench at my cock as her body shook and she let 
out a piercing wail. Her entire body shook and I felt her 
hands on my stomach as she tried to support herself. A 
moment later, I felt cool air on my cock as she slid off 
my still engorged member.

My cock bobbed in the cool air and swung about, eager for 
more attention. I didn't have long to wait as I felt a 
hand on my cock and then the moistness of a tongue as it 
licked up and down the shaft. I didn't know who's tongue 
it was, but I thanked my lucky stars that it was there. 

A mouth suddenly engulfed my cock and an unpracticed 
rhythm began bobbing up and down. I figured that Kathy 
would know how to suck cock so I figured this must be 
little Suzie. I felt the silky brushing of hair on my 
upper thighs and stomach and I pictured Suzie's long, 
straight flaxen hair as it bunched and flowed around her 
sucking face.

The thought drove me to renewed vigor and I attacked my 
daughter's cunt like a mad man. Terry was one continuous 
groan now as she rode my face.

I felt Suzie pull her mouth off my cock, but her hand 
remained. I heard Kathy urge her to try it. 

"Here, I'll help you," murmured Kathy's disembodied 
voice. 

I felt a different hand on my cock as the other released 
it. Then there was a strong pressing on the head of my 
cock. I heard a voice say, "Push!," then I felt my cock 
pop into something and then the pressure was all around 
the head. There was a painful gasp and I realized that 
Suzie was forcing her cunt down onto my cock. I felt her 
cunt slide down a fraction at a time. I knew I wasn't 
very far in because I could still feel a hand at the base 
of my cock. 

'My, God' I said to myself. I just deflowered little 
Suzie. Suddenly her cunt seemed to relax and my cock slid 
in another two or three inches. Above me, Terry seemed to 
have lost all coordination as she jerked to and fro. 
Suddenly a wave of fluids poured into my mouth and I 
realized she was cumming. Terry moaned and emitted a 
series of grunts. Then she sideways onto the bed.

I had a clear view of Suzie now. She was also naked. Her 
head was thrown back and her hair was so long I could 
feel it brush my thighs. Her skin was pale, almost 
alabaster. She had larger breasts than I imagined. Small, 
pink nipples capped each mound. She had a couple of moles 
around one nipple and it reminded me of a couple of moons 
orbiting a planet. 

Strange the thoughts that go through your head at moments 
like that. I looked down and saw that she had no hair 
around her cunt. Or perhaps it was too light to see. Her 
cunt lips stretched around my cock as she slowly rode up 
and down. Her labia stretched out every time she pulled 
up as though they didn't want to let go of their prize.

Suzie was new at this and she was having a hard time 
staying on. Her downward thrusts would sometimes only 
wind up bending my dick in half, and it was 
uncomfortable. I grabbed her hips and stopped her from 
moving. She opened her eyes and looked at me in 
confusion. 

"Hold on," I said, and rolled us over. 

My knees were right on the edge of the bed and I couldn't 
push myself farther up, so I reluctantly pulled my cock 
out of Suzie, who groaned in disappointment. "Move up," I 
told her. She used her elbows to scramble back and I 
followed close behind. 

I grabbed her calves and placed her legs on my shoulders. 
I grasped my slick dick and aimed it at her cunt. I was 
amazed that it had fit in there. Suzie watched as I 
pressed my cock head against the opening to her cunt. My 
cock bowed and then the head plowed into her. My momentum 
drove my cock all the way in. Suzie arched her back and 
made a weird sound, like, "nngggg!" I started pulling 
out, thinking I had hurt her, when she hissed, "Oh, 
yeah!" 

Smiling, I drove back in. I started stroking hard. Suzie 
grabbed her tits and twisted and pulled on them. Every 
time I drove into her she would say, "Yes!" And the 
harder I drove the louder she got. This girl liked it 
hard. I pounded into her hard and fast. I could feel that 
tingle in my balls and knew I'd be erupting soon. Suzie's 
"Yeses" became more strident and sibilant until they 
merged into one long syllable. 

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss!" She cried, as her back 
arched and her arms flailed. I kept on plowing, feeling 
the surge in my balls. She had quieted down and had 
stopped tossing as my cum blasted into her. I made a 
weird strangled sound. The feeling of my cum splashing 
against her cervix drove Suzie to another orgasm. She 
squealed and clutched her legs together, choking me and 
dragging me down on top of her. 

The girl was folded almost in half, but it didn't seem to 
bother her. I looked up and saw her eyes roll up into her 
head. Her arms flailed about looking for something to 
latch onto. Her hands found my back and tried to gain 
purchase there, but she only managed to rake her nails 
along my rib cage. The sharp sting made me yelp and I 
pried her legs from around my neck. Suzie rolled onto her 
side, drove her arms between her legs and remained in a 
fetal position, moaning quietly.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at three long, 
bloody scratches along my right side. "Christ," I 
mumbled, "how am I going to explain this." 

"How are you going to explain that?" A familiar voice 
said, and I looked up and saw my wife standing there. My 
life flashed before my eyes. 

I heard Terry shout, "Mom!" And then she and Kathy were 
scrambling into their clothes.

"It's not what you think, Mom!" Terry chanted.

"Oh, I imagine not!" My wife snorted. "I come home and 
find my husband naked with three young girls." She paused 
for effect. "Let's see, his cock, yes I do believe that 
was his cock is pounding into one of them and the other 
two are locked in a sixty-nine!" She finished on a high 
note and spun around.

I sat stunned. Her words seemed to be coming at me 
through a cloud of butterscotch. It took a moment for her 
words to register and I turned to Terry. "Sixty-nine?" I 
asked incredulously.

"Dad!" Terry said, nodding at the door and reminding me I 
had more important things to do and say. I pulled my 
pants on and half stumbled down the stairs. I found my 
wife at the bar. Her back was to me and her shoulders 
were shaking. Guilt washed over me as I saw the only 
woman I had ever loved racked with tears of agony. 

"Honey!" I ventured.

Judy turned around and I realized how wrong I was. She 
was laughing hysterically. She pointed at me and said, 
"You should have seen your face!"

I was thunderstruck. My jaw dropped and I felt around for 
something to sit on before I fell down. I found a hassock 
and plopped onto it. I watched my wife as she clutched 
her side and threw her head back in laughter. 

I was confused. And now, I was tired. Tired and confused. 

The Twilight Zone. That's it! I'm caught inside an 
episode of the Twilight Zone. My wife comes home; finds 
me fucking a thirteen year old girl; and it brings her to 
tears of laughter. 

The laughter had stopped. I was still sitting on the 
hassock and had placed my elbows on my knees and my face 
in my hands. I suddenly realized that I was mumbling out 
loud. I spread my fingers and peered up at my wife. I was 
hoping that this was all a dream and that I would be 
alone, but no, she was still leaning back against the 
bar, swirling the ice cubes in her glass, and looking 
back at me.

I groaned and lowered my head again. I was trying to make 
sense of the events of the last few days. My daughter 
tries to seduce me, says that her mother is treating her 
like shit, and then I find that my daughter's friends are 
also involved, and I wind up fucking both of them. 

Something clicked at the back of my mind. I thought back 
to this morning when Judy and Terry were leaving the 
house. For a couple of people who weren't getting along 
they sure seemed friendly this morning. 

"God damn it!" I whispered and looked up at my wife, who 
was still smirking at me. "You were in on the whole 
thing. This, this, ....Lolita fest that just occurred. 
What were you? Testing me!"

"Oh, come on Hank!" She giggled, "Think about what you're 
saying. You think I organized that orgy you were having?"

"Welllll," I floundered. "What am I to think. You find me 
in a compromising situation and you just laugh it off."

"Yeah, well, I knew something was going to happen, but 
that wasn't exactly what I expected!"

"You knew something was going..." my voice trailed off 
and I shook my head. I was still confused. I got up and 
walked away. Terry was standing in the doorway, holding 
my shirt and shoes in her hands. I stopped and stared at 
her for a moment until she lowered her eyes sheepishly. I 
took the proffered clothing and climbed the stairs. 
Trailing behind me were Judy and Terry's voices. I heard 
Terry say imploringly, "Mom! I..."

Judy stopped her in mid sentence with a, "I don't want to 
talk about it now!"

I closed the bedroom door behind me and their voices 
became a murmur. I dropped my shoes and shirt at the foot 
of the bed and threw myself upon it. I lie in the dark. I 
wasn't actually thinking about anything, just letting 
whatever thoughts that wanted to occupy space occupy it.

I had turned onto my back and was staring at the darkness 
above my face when the door opened and light invaded my 
world. The door quickly closed and I was back in the cool 
darkness. I felt the bed move as Judy climbed onto it. I 
turned half away from her. I felt a hand on my upper arm 
and she whispered, "I'm sorry." 

I merely grunted. Her hand slowly trailed down my arm and 
then came back up. It was a light touch. As though she 
were feeling the fine hairs on my arm. As she went down, 
it was soothing, but as she came back up, against the 
grain, it sent a shiver through my body. I reached up and 
stopped her hand from moving. 

Without turning, I said, "We've really got to talk about 
this."

"Okay, daddy!"

"Daddy!" I practically shouted and turned to look at 
Terry, who was kneeling at my side.

"Out!" I said. I had no idea why she was there, but I 
wasn't ready to deal with her yet. 

"Daddyyyyyy!" she whined.

"Out, I said," and pointed to the door.

She scrambled to the floor and turned to look at me. She 
had her arms crossed across her ample breasts and I could 
see the top of one leg move as I heard her foot tapping 
the floor. 

"Out!" I repeated.

She "harrumphed!" and spun on her heels then marched out 
the door and closed it sharply. Out in the hallway, I 
heard her yell, "Men!"

I grabbed a pillow and placed it over my face. 

A minute later, I heard Judy say, "Get up, we have to get 
going."

"I'm not going anywhere!" I mumbled into the pillow.

"Oh, yes you are!" Judy said, using that voice. "We're 
supposed to be at Fred and Suzanne's in an hour."

"I'm not going!" I repeated, and felt that I was whining 
like a petulant child.

"Oh, stop whining like a petulant child!" Judy stated and 
started moving about the bedroom, opening and closing 
drawers and closet doors.

"Unnnnnnnnnnn!" I groaned from beneath the pillow and 
threw it aside.

"Well! You'll just have to call them and tell them we 
aren't coming!"

"And? What reason am I going to give?" She asked with an 
eyebrow raised. "I can't tell them you're sick, because 
Little Suzie knows there's nothing wrong with you." The 
last dripped with sarcasm. 

I narrowed my eyes and said, "Tell them there's a family 
emergency. That we've got to take your badly mutilated 
body to the hospital."

Judy snorted through her nose at the empty threat. "Come 
on," she emphasized, "we have to go it's Suzie's 
birthday."

"Little Suzie?" I asked, brows arched.

"No! Big Suzie, but if you ask nice I'm sure she'll let 
you give her the same gift you gave her daughter 
earlier." Judy deadpanned, but then had to turn quickly 
as she started to giggle.

"That's it, Judy!" I exclaimed. "We have to talk!"

"Yeah, yeah. We'll talk. But, not now. Now, you're 
supposed to be getting ready!"

I rolled to the edge of the bed and sat there for a 
moment, trying to gather up the energy to move. The smell 
of sex wafted up from my crotch and I realized I had 
better take a shower. I stood and dropped my pants next 
to my shirt and shoes. I picked both pieces of clothing 
up and walked to the hamper then headed for the shower. 

I had to pass the closet and as I did so Judy turned and 
seeing my naked form said, "Woo hoo!" She made a quick 
grab at my dick, but I jumped aside. I shook my head from 
side to side and said, "Un, un! I don't think so." I 
started for the shower again and then turned and added, 
"Consider yourself lucky if you ever get laid again."

Judy pulled her work blouse over her head and threw it at 
me. It traveled about four feet before unfurling and 
floating harmlessly to the floor. I looked up and found 
Judy extending the middle finger of her right hand to me; 
an eyebrow cocked in defiance. 

"That's right," I teased, "that's the finger you're going 
to have to use from now on."

I took my shower and then tried to decide on what to 
wear. I pulled on a blousy white, collarless shirt and 
then hunted for some pants. I had been going through 
pants like crazy lately and I had very few choices. I 
pulled a pair of black chinos off a hanger. They were a 
little tight, but the evening would be a casual affair so 
I figured it didn't matter. I was surprised to find that 
they fit exceptionally well and told myself that all that 
working out was paying off. I went sock less and slipped 
into a pair of black moccasins.

I walked through the family room and the dining room 
looking for my wife and daughter. I heard giggling in the 
kitchen and approached the swinging door. I drew back my 
shoulders and steeled myself for whatever awaited me on 
the other side. I found them standing over the butcher 
block, putting the finishing touches on Suzie's gift. 
They both looked up as I entered. I stood with my hands 
on my hips and asked, "Are we ready?" 

Judy looked me up and down and exclaimed, "God damn! The 
man is looking good!"

I blushed and tried to retort but only managed to say, 
"Yeah! Well, whatever."

I held the door for them and we headed out to our 
friends' house. They only lived a couple of blocks away 
and we were used to walking over during warmer weather. I 
trailed behind Judy and Terry and watched them walking 
and talking. Damn! They were fine looking women. Both 
narrow waisted with cute rounded asses. Both had thick 
auburn hair which cascaded to middle back. From this 
perspective you would think they were sisters if you 
didn't know better. I was amazed that life just seemed to 
be moving on. It was as though nothing had happened 
earlier that day. 

Fred and Suzanne's house was brightly lit from within, as 
though every light was on. There were Chinese lanterns 
strung about the wide wrap around porch and several 
people were already standing and sitting around, sipping 
on various libations, just passing time. 

We knew everyone there and a few waves and shouted 
helloes greeted us. Judy veered off and headed towards 
another friend that we hadn't seen in a while. Terry 
slipped her arm under mine as we approached the front 
steps. I could sense that she was tense, but couldn't 
imagine why. Suddenly, Rose Maguire, one of Judy and 
Suzanne's coworkers saw us and said in that boisterous 
fashion of hers, "My God! Is that little Terry? My! How 
you have grown."

She came rushing up and stood before us. She grabbed 
Terry's hands and pulled them away from her body. She 
looked Terry up and down and said, "God, girl, where did 
you get that body?"

It was then I realized that Terry wasn't wearing her 
usual frumpy clothing. She was wearing one of her 
mother's summer dresses. It had a tight, pleated bodice 
and an a-line skirt that went to mid thigh. I was ashamed 
that I hadn't noticed what she was wearing sooner. So 
wrapped in my own thoughts that I hadn't realized that 
this was her 'coming out' so to speak.

"Jesus, Hank!" Rose continued, "you're gonna have to keep 
a shotgun by the door to keep all the wolves away!"

I smiled at Terry, who was rolling her eyes up, and said, 
"Yup, daddy's little girl is all grown up. Soon she'll be 
wanting to have sex and everything." 

Terry frowned at me and stomped her foot. "Daddy!" she 
exclaimed and tore herself away from Rose. She went 
through the front doors and disappeared. I chuckled at my 
little pay back. I spoke to Rose for a moment longer and 
excused myself to go find the birthday girl.

Suzie Stratford, the mother, was another hotie. She was 
tall, about five foot nine or ten. She had an athletic 
body with ample curves. Her hair was long, blonde, and 
hung in kinky curls. She reminded me of Sarah Jessica 
Parker, but her face was more open with big blue eyes and 
heavy eyelids that gave her a continuous 'bedroom eyes' 
kind of look. She was thirty-five today. 

Suzie Stratford was an affectionate woman. Which is a 
kind way of saying she was a down right flirt. Whenever 
she greeted me, she would always give me a hug and a 
kiss. She would crush her body to me and drive her tongue 
into my mouth. I always pushed her away before she got a 
chance to dry hump my leg. Or at least that's the feeling 
I got. She would then wink and smile at me.

Fred would just stand there and chuckle. I always 
wondered if she fooled around on him, and wondered if he 
wondered the same.

Tonight was no different. I came up behind her as she was 
talking to a couple that I didn't recognize. I cleared my 
throat and said, "How's it going birthday girl?"

Suzie turned and squealed, "Hank!" And wrapped her arms 
and tongue around me. I counted to three and pushed her 
away. She winked and smiled at me and held on to my arm. 
"Hank Jameson," she said, pulling me towards the unknown 
couple, "meet Bill and Mary Owens."

The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. I 
searched my memory as I shook both of their hands, but 
came up blank.

The woman looked at me and asked, "Jameson? Jameson? Oh, 
you must be Terry's father. Such a pretty girl, and so 
well mannered. You must be very proud of her?"

I frowned, wondering how they knew my daughter. "Yes, 
yes, we are very proud." And then it struck me. I hoped 
to God I wasn't blushing as I said. "Owens! You must be 
Kathy's parents. I just met her today for the first time. 
Very nice girl." Then the devil in me made me add, "Made 
quite an impression. You must be very proud also."

Her mother beamed and said, "Yes, yes we are." She yanked 
on Bill's arm and said, "Aren't we, dear?"

Bill cleared his throat and said, "Oh, oh, yes we are. 
Very proud." 

I looked him in the eye and thought, 'So your Kathy's 
dad. I can't picture this cream puff fucking that 
wildcat, but if she said it's so, it must be.' I think he 
read my mind because the color rose at his throat and he 
looked away. 

"My God, Hank!" Suzie said, squeezing my arm, "Terry came 
by a few minutes ago to wish me a 'happy' and I almost 
didn't recognize her. So that's why she's been wearing 
all that baggy clothing. Jesus, where did she get that 
body. Those tits...."

Suzanne always had a way of making me uncomfortable. 
Everything she said when I was around wound up being 
about sex. I could see where this was going and I noticed 
Mrs. Owens' eyes had popped open and her mouth was agape, 
so I interrupted Suzie in mid diatribe.

"Speaking of daughters! Where are they?" I asked.

"Oh, probably up in Little Suzie's room listening to 
music and talking about boys."

I had a sudden picture of them sitting around playing 
Truth and Dare again and I felt a shiver go up my spine. 
I could imagine what heinous little plot they were 
cooking up now. I just hoped to God I wasn't involved in 
it this time. In the back of my mind though a little 
voice said, 'Yeah, right! You'd love to get your hands on 
those girls again. And your dick into them!"

I excused myself from the Owens' and pried my arm out of 
Suzie's clutches and said I needed to find the bar. Fred 
had set up a wet bar in the kitchen and I poured myself a 
strong Scotch and soda. As I was adding ice there came a 
chorus of "Hi! Mr. Jameson!" It was a chorus I recognized 
and turned to see all three girls standing there. My 
breath caught in my throat as I looked them over.

Kathy wore a one piece, shoulder less, knit, blue dress 
that came to mid thigh. I couldn't find any telltale 
signs of bra and panties and the small points of her 
nipples indicated that she didn't have any on. Terry had 
on the sundress with a yellow on green flowered print. 
Suzie wore a sleeveless red, silk blouse over an ankle 
length black oriental skirt with red trim that was split 
up both sides. 

As if the apparel wasn't eye catching enough, all three 
had apparently spent the last half hour putting on 
makeup. 

I swallowed and said, "Damn! Aren't you girls gorgeous!" 

They all twittered and smiled broadly. Kathy walked up to 
me and since she was holding hands with Terry, who was 
holding Suzie's hand, they all wound up a pace away from 
me. I felt surrounded, I tried to take a step back but 
encountered the bar and could go no further. 

Kathy place a finger at the open neck of my shirt and 
slowly ran the finger down my chest and then my stomach 
until it reached my pants waist. She poked the tip of her 
finger into the top of my pants and slowly ran it back 
and forth.

"You look good enough to eat, Mr. Jameson." She said, 
with the voice of a grown woman.

"Ahem!" came a loud voice from the doorway and we all 
looked up to see my wife standing there. "My don't we all 
look cozy!" 

She looked at the girls more closely and a puzzled 
expression crossed her face. The three girls smiled and 
turned to leave. Little Suzie paused in the doorway and 
looked back at me. She smiled and gave me a broad wink. I 
let out a breath, the first in a while, and sagged back 
against the bar.

Judy walked to the bar and put some ice in her glass. 

"Looks like I just saved you from yourself. What were you 
planning on doing? Were you just going to drop to the 
floor and go at it?"

"Judy!" I implored. "I didn't do anything! Those little 
minxes followed me in here and, and, surrounded me."

Judy laughed at my discomfort. "Oh, poor big man. 
Intimidated by a couple of thirteen-year old girls."

"Three!" I exclaimed. "Three thirteen-year old girls."

Judy stopped smiling and for the first time in days took 
this matter seriously. "Yes, three of them. I have a 
feeling that we've unleashed the daughters of Satan on 
you, Hank."

"What!" I said, my eyes bulging. I thought my wife had 
gone mad. "What do you mean the daughters of...?"

She once again laughed at the look on my face. "I didn't 
mean it literally you fool. I saw them troop in here 
after you and could tell they were up to something. I 
have a feeling if I hadn't come in that you would have 
been compromised right here in the kitchen."

"Judy! You've got to tell me what's going on!" I 
implored. She kept saying things that made me think there 
was an organized effort behind the girls' actions.

"Tonight, Hank. When we get home." She saw the look of 
doubt on my face and added, "I promise!"

We grabbed our drinks and went back out to the living 
room where everyone had gathered and were waiting for Big 
Suzie to finish her speech and get on with the cake 
cutting. We had missed the blowing out of the candles. I 
looked around and found the girls standing towards the 
back of the small crowd. All three of them were staring 
at me and smiling. I looked away quickly and found myself 
looking at Bill Owens, who was looking from me to his 
daughter and back to me again. A frown crossed his 
forehead and he looked down at the floor. 

The remainder of the evening went without incident. I 
spent all of my time trying to avoid being alone with the 
girls and they spent all of their time, it seemed, 
stalking me. Every time I looked up there would be one of 
them watching me. Even Terry was doing it. I found if I 
hung around big Suzie that they left me alone. Although I 
had to put up with a lot of arm holding and butt 
pinching, it was almost worth it. 

At one point in the evening, I looked up and saw Kathy 
and her father engaged in a heated discussion. His back 
was to me and I watched Kathy's face as it went through a 
number of emotions. She had her hands on her hips and 
seemed to be giving him a piece of her mind. I looked 
around and found Mrs. Owens across the room watching them 
also. She was twisting a paper napkin in her hands and 
had a very sorrowful expression on her face. 

I realized then that she was aware of her husband and 
daughter's 'special' relationship. I looked back at them 
just as Owens stomped away from his daughter. Looking up, 
she saw me watching. She placed her palms together in 
front of her and then pulled them apart about five 
inches. She nodded to her father's retreating back and 
then shrugged and rolled her eyes. 

I gasped at the girl's brashness and quickly looked 
around to see if anyone else had been paying attention. 
It appeared that no one had. No one that is except for 
her mother. A look of horror crossed Mary's face as she 
followed her daughter's gaze and found me looking back at 
her. She raised a hand to her mouth, turned, and made her 
way to the kitchen. 

I turned to find Kathy watching her mother's retreating 
back. She looked over at me and gave a "what are you 
going to do" shrug of her shoulders. I glared at her and 
pointed to the kitchen door with my chin. She rolled her 
eyes up again and then went after her mother. I only 
hoped that I would be left out of the forthcoming 
confrontation.

A moment later, I saw Fred come backing out of the 
kitchen. He turned and I could see his eyes were popping 
out of his head. He looked over at me and a strange look 
came over his face. "Dear God!" I whispered to myself. He 
walked towards me with deliberation and I ran a million 
things through my mind. 'It was and accident Fred....' No 
that wouldn't work. 'It was their fault....' No not that 
one either. 

But, Fred went right past me and stopped in front of his 
wife. He leant forward and whispered something in her 
ear. Big Suzie was looking over his shoulder and right at 
me. I watched the expression on her face change as she 
listened. Her eyes slowly widened and I found her looking 
right at me. 

Then a smile crossed her face and she pulled away from 
Fred and said, "You're kidding!" Fred shook his head and 
Suzanne looked around quickly for someone to tell this 
to. She saw me and came right over. She planted herself 
about two inches in front of me and whispered, "You won't 
believe what Fred just told me!"

I had a damned good idea what Fred had just told her, but 
since no one was slapping or punching me in the face, I 
figured I would play along. "No idea!" I said, and asked 
"What did Fred just tell you?"

She looked around and said, "Shussh!" She then saw Judy 
coming in from the porch and beckoned her over. Judy 
approached with some trepidation. She was used to seeing 
Big Suzie draped all over me, but she could tell there 
was something else going on. Judy came up to us and Suzie 
grabbed her arm and pulled her close.

"Fred was in the kitchen, getting out more ice, when Mary 
Owens came in to get a drink. Fred said that Kathy came 
in next and said, 'What's wrong, Mother'" Suzanne paused 
and looked around to ensure that no one else was 
listening. 

She turned back and continued her story, "Fred said she 
sounded real sarcastic. Well anyway, Mary told Kathy that 
she knew what was wrong. And then Kathy said, 'You stood 
by for years while he molested me and now you're going to 
cop an attitude because I'm old enough to stop him from 
doing it again! You're only acting this way because if he 
can't get it from me he's going to be bothering you and 
we both know you're a frigid bitch!'"

Suzanne looked from Judy to me and we both tried to look 
equally shocked. 

"And then Mary asked Kathy, 'what about that other man? 
Are you sleeping with him too?'

And Kathy said, 'I just told you I wasn't letting Dad 
sleep with me anymore so there can't be a 'too' can 
there! And Mary said, 'you know what I mean'"

I could feel my Adam's apple bobbing up and down as I 
tried to swallow the dry lump that was in my throat. I 
could feel Judy's hold tighten on my arm as she too 
anticipated the answer.

"Well, then Kathy said, 'No! I'm not sleeping with any 
other man! But, I'm sure if I did you wouldn't do 
anything about that either!' And then they both went out 
the back door." She looked around the room once again and 
added, "Can you imagine that little girl fucked that 
little mouse of a man?"

"Suzie!" Judy whispered harshly. 

Suzanne chuckled and said, "I wonder what other man she 
was talking about?" And she looked at the men in the 
room. Her eyes swiveled to me and she said, "Oh Lord, 
Hank! I bet they were talking about you!"

"Don't be foolish, Suzie," I replied, trying to act 
indignant.

"Come on, Hank!" She practically shrieked. "No offense, 
Judy, but all the women here would like to tangle the 
sheets with you, big guy!" Saying this she glanced down 
to where my cock was stirring in my pants. 

"Jesus!" I said and turned away to go get another drink. 
Behind me I could hear Judy and Suzie giggling. I imagine 
she had meant it in harmless fun, but she had struck the 
nail on the head and I had to get away before my actions 
gave me away. A little more digging and God knows what 
she would find out....

The evening was winding down and I stood on the porch 
trying to balance out my intake of alcohol with a little 
fresh air. I heard footsteps behind me and then felt an 
arm go around my waist. I closed my eyes for a moment 
almost afraid to look at who was invading my space this 
time. I felt a head lean against my shoulder and looked 
down at the top of my wife's head.

"You about ready to go?" She asked.

"I've been ready!" I replied. The evening hadn't been a 
total fiasco. I hadn't been exposed to be the child 
molester I felt to be, and no one had forced me to have 
sex. Things were looking up.

"Have you seen, Terry? I haven't seen her in hours." Judy 
said.

"Nope! Maybe she went home already."

"I told her to let me know if she left the party." Judy 
informed me. "Let me go check upstairs. The girls are 
probably in Suzie's room."

I went inside and wished Big Suzie the best in years to 
come and told her we'd be heading out as soon as we found 
Terry. A minute later, Judy came striding through the 
living room with Terry and a red eyed Kathy behind her. 
She grabbed my arm and said, "Come on!"

She almost whipped me off my feet as I turned to follow.

"What's wrong?" I asked and looked at Terry, who was 
watching the ground pass underneath her feet. I glanced 
at Kathy and saw tears rolling down her cheeks. I 
wondered why she was coming with us, but a glance from 
Judy told me to 'shut the fuck up and come along.' So I 
did.

We got home and Terry took a sobbing Kathy up to her 
room. I followed Judy to the family room and watched as 
she poured herself a drink.

"Another one?" I asked.

"This one I need," Judy said and tossed half of it back 
in one gulp. 

"Okay," I said, "Give."

Judy slammed her glass onto the bar and I was amazed that 
it didn't shatter.

"Those sanctimonious pricks!" She shouted.

I thought for a second and then said, "Let me guess. 
We're talking about the Owenses."

"That fucking prudish bitch actually told her daughter to 
never set foot in her house again!"

"Damn!" I muttered. "I'm sure things will cool off after 
a couple of days. It sounded as though things came to a 
head at the party."

"Oh, yeah!" Judy said glaring. I knew it wasn't me she 
was glaring at but at the picture in her head. "That 
bitch also told Kathy that she was kicking her quote, 
'worthless father' out also, and for all she cared they 
could move in together and fuck their brains out."

"You're right, it does sound serious."

Just then Judy burst into tears and ran into my arms. 

"Oh, Hank! It's all my fault!" She sobbed. I hugged her 
to me and ran my hand through her hair.

"How can you say that?" I asked. "How can this be your 
fault?"

"If, if..." she sniffled, "If I hadn't told Terry that 
she could sleep with you this whole thing would've never 
happened."

I pushed her out to arms length and looked her in the 
eye, "Told Terry she could sleep with me!" I fumbled for 
something to say. "Look, I don't know what passed between 
you and Terry, but I don't think that has anything to do 
with the Owenses. That appears to have been brewing for a 
while and now the pot came to a boil. So whatever guilt 
you're feeling, it's got nothing to do with Kathy and her 
parents."

I heard a rustle behind me and then Terry asked, "Are you 
okay, Mom?"

Judy pulled away from me and passed the back of her hand 
across her eyes. 

"Yes, honey. I'm just worried about your friend. How is 
she doing?"

"I think she's asleep. I put her in my bed. She said she 
didn't want to be alone, but then she just kind of dozed 
off." Terry looked from one to the other of us and asked, 
"What's going to happen to her?"

I shrugged and answered honestly, "We don't know. I 
imagine once the dust settles she'll wind up with one or 
the other of her parents."

"Gee, I don't think so, Dad. She certainly doesn't want 
to live with her mom and I don't think she's too keen on 
living with her dad either." 

"She must have relatives?" Judy asked.

"Yeah, she's got a couple of aunts back East, but their 
like really old. Like Grandpa old, you know!"

"I'm sure your grandfather would appreciate the 
comparison, Terry." Judy said shaking her head. "Well, 
she can stay here for a while, but I'm sure someone will 
step in to clear this up."

We stood silently for a minute. Each of us lost in his or 
her own thoughts. Judy stood to my front and to the right 
and Terry stood to the front and to the left of me. We 
formed the corners of a triangle, which made me realize 
we had some unfinished business of our own.

I clapped my hands together and rubbed them briskly, 
"Well," I said with false bravura, "since we're all here. 
I thing it's time we had a little talk of our own."

"Oh," Judy whined and rolled her eyes, "not tonight, 
Hank!"

She started to walk away, but I grabbed her arm and said, 
"Yes, tonight! No one is going to bed until I find out 
what machinations you two have wrought."

"Machinations we've wrought? Christ, Hank, you make this 
sound like Shakespeare!" Judy said, pulling away and 
throwing herself down on a padded love seat. Terry walked 
over and sat next to her mother. I hooked a foot around a 
hassock leg and pulled it to me. I sat down and stared at 
my wife and daughter. We all sat in silence for a while 
until it became unbearable. I figured someone would break 
and I thought it would be Terry. And I was right.

"It all started when mom was helping me with a, a, a 
female problem."

"Yeah, we all know about the tampon fiasco."

Terry scrunched her forehead and said, "No, not that!" 
And then her eyes widened and she stammered out, "It, it, 
was another kind of problem!"

I frowned and opened my mouth to ask what kind of 
problem, but I think Terry saw what was coming and jumped 
right in.

"We were talking about sex and mom said that the best 
person to learn from would be you! She said that her dad 
had been real gentle with her and you were the same way 
in bed!"

Having gotten that out, Terry took in a deep breath and 
sat back down, not realizing she had just opened a 
Pandora's box.

I spoke softly and my words came out in cadence, "Your... 
mother... said... I... would... be... a... good... 
person... to... learn... about... sex... from... 
because... her... father... had... been... gentle... 
with... her?"

I looked at Judy who was blushing furiously. She gave 
Terry an elbow in the ribs and glared at her. I felt like 
I was in high school again. I got up and walked over to 
the bar. I poured out a couple of fingers of Scotch and 
took them down in one swallow. I looked up to see both of 
them staring at me and said, "This one I needed!"

I slowly walked out of the room. I no longer wanted to 
listen to any explanations. My mind was overwrought and I 
thought it might come pouring out of my ears. I climbed 
the stairs and walked into the bedroom. I took off my 
clothes and neatly folded, and hung, and placed them in 
the closet. I was like an automaton. The gears in my head 
had slipped and now they just whirred aimlessly. 

I wasn't prepared to deal with what I had just heard. 
That one sentence had explained the events of the last 
few days, but it had also revealed something I wasn't 
prepared for. I climbed into bed and lie there, neither 
awake nor asleep. Sometime later, I felt Judy climb into 
bed beside me. She pressed her naked body against mine 
and then pulled me over on to my back. 

I hadn't even realized she had been in the room. I hadn't 
seen her take her clothes off or heard her use the 
bathroom. I could smell the freshness of her toothpaste. 
I felt a warm tear land on my cheek. It slid down and ran 
into the corner of my mouth. I felt its warm saltiness 
suffuse my taste buds. 

"Hank!" She said, and shook my shoulder. "Hank! I know 
you're awake. Please speak to me! Say something!"

My mind tried to re-engage, but it didn't and when I 
tried to move my mouth it wouldn't.

Judy let out a sob and shook me again, "Please, Hank! You 
know I love you. Only You. Please don't shut me out!" Her 
head dropped onto my shoulder and her tears ran down my 
back.

I forced an arm under her body and held her to me. She 
cried quietly for a few minutes and then sought out my 
lips. She pressed her swollen lips against mine and 
sought reassurance from my kiss. Her hand reached down 
and sought out my cock. She stroked it quickly and when 
it failed to respond she threw off the sheets and slid 
down to take it into her mouth. She started sucking on it 
in desperation, but I still didn't respond. She broke 
into tears once again and lie with her head in my lap. I 
reached down and pulled her back up to me. 

I whispered, "Hey! Hey!" And brushed the hair from her 
face where it stuck to her wet cheeks. "There's no reason 
to cry."

That only made it worse and she broke into blubbering 
sobs. My mind finally cleared. Only, it was the clarity 
of anger. I sat up and pulled her to a sitting position 
also. 

"Why the fuck are you crying?" I asked sharply. "I'm the 
one that just found out his wife married him because he 
reminded her of her father in bed!"

Judy sucked in a deep breath and exclaimed, "Oh! Oh, no, 
Hank! That's not why I married you. Dear, God, that 
couldn't be further from the truth. I married you because 
your a kind, sweet, gentle man. Your smart and 
attractive."

"Yeah! And, I fuck like your dad!" I shouted.

"Stop saying that!" She shouted back.

I saw red and pushed her onto her back. My cock was 
rampant now and I forced her legs apart. "Let's see if I 
fuck like your dad now!" I exclaimed and prepared to 
drive my cock into her dry cunt.

"No! Hank! Please!" She implored. "Don't do this! Don't 
ruin our sex life!"

Common sense prevailed and I shook my head to clear it. 
She was right. It would of been like rape and our lives 
would never have been the same again. But, I was still 
angry and I had to get out of bed. I clambered out and 
walked into the bathroom. I stood there for a few moments 
wondering what to do next and then decided to take a 
shower. 

I stepped into the cold stream of water and placed both 
hands on the wall as I bent over and let the water run 
over my neck. I felt Judy enter the shower and the water 
became warmer. She reached for the soap and started to 
suds up my back. I stayed in that position the entire 
time and Judy washed my entire body. The warmth soaked 
into my body and I started to relax. I stood and turned 
to look at Judy. 

She was still crying and her eyes were very red. Her lips 
were swollen and quivering. I had never loved her more. I 
gathered her in my arms and told her I was sorry for 
acting like a fool. She melted into my arms and we stood 
there until the water turned cold once again.

An hour later we were sitting in the kitchen drinking 
home made hot cocoa and wearing large, fluffy terry cloth 
robes we had taken from the Hawaii Hilton on our 
honeymoon.

We hadn't spoken a word since the shower. We had held 
hands the entire time, which made it damn hard to dry and 
dress.

I looked at my wife. Her hair was wet and pulled back 
from her face. Her eyes were still red and her lips were 
still swollen. She squeezed my hand and I knew it was 
time.

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

She sighed and looked into her cocoa mug, searching for 
courage in tiny marshmallows.

"I was fourteen, barely older than Terry, and I had 
hormones raging through my body. I had no friends. I was 
this frumpy, geeky, nerd."

I had heard her or members of her family describe her in 
that fashion before, but I always found it hard to accept 
that this beauty before me hadn't been a pretty child.

"I had found books in the library that talked about sex 
and masturbation and things like that, and I experimented 
in the darkness of my bedroom, but it only fueled my 
desire for more."

A shudder ran through her body and she looked up at me. 
Moisture had returned to her eyes and I smiled at her, 
trying to be reassuring. She took in a tremulous breath 
and continued....

I reached out and grasped my wife's hand. I was trying to 
bolster her courage. I had finally gotten her to open up 
and she was telling me about her sexual awakening and how 
her father had become involved.
 
"You can't imagine what it was like, Hank." She 
continued. "I was like this giant clit walking around 
seeking satisfaction. I started experimenting. At first I 
humped my pillow, but that wasn't good enough. I finally 
figured out how to use my hand, something I worked out 
while taking a shower."

She stopped to take a sip of chocolate. Her eyes were un-
focused and I could tell she was looking back upon old 
memories. She chuckled and continued, "I thought I had 
found something no one else had. I couldn't imagine that 
people knew about this and that they weren't screaming it 
from the rooftops. Then I realized I had no one to talk 
to about it. I approached my mother, but I couldn't come 
right out and ask her for details. We had the obligatory 
Birds and Bees conversation and I guess she thought I was 
content with that. I did ask her if she and dad had a 
good sex life and she let out how dad was a really nice 
lover. Those were her words, 'A really nice lover.'"

She raised the mug to her lips again then frowned and 
pulled it away. She looked into it and realized it was 
empty. She got off her stool and walked over to the stove 
where more cocoa was simmering. Her back to me, she 
continued her story.

"She couldn't have realized how those words would fuel my 
fantasies. I loved my dad. You know how close we are. I 
was his little girl."

Judy had four older brothers. They all ranged about two 
years apart. 

"Well, I spent quite a few nights masturbating to 
thoughts of having sex with my dad. I had graduated to 
using 'things' then. I told you how I lost my virginity 
to a Christmas candle?"

I nodded, but didn't say anything. This was her story and 
I didn't want to interrupt the flow.

"God I was scared when that happened. I had been pushing 
things part way into my cunt as I masturbated and this 
one time, in a moment of ecstasy, I had jammed that thing 
all the way in. The pain had been sharp and short, but 
when I saw the traces of blood on the candle I thought 
sure I had hurt myself badly. I was too ashamed to tell 
anyone and I lie awake all that night thinking I was 
going to die."

She turned from fixing her cocoa and came back to the 
breakfast island. 

"A couple of days later, I realized that the pain was 
gone and I had spent time at the library doing more 
research and finally realized what had happened. God, 
what a weight that had lifted. Sooooo, here I was back to 
pummeling my cunt at night and in the shower in the 
morning and all the time thinking about the only male 
that was nice to me."

"My devious little mind started to plan his seduction. 
Mom was working at that K-Mart back then, so she wasn't 
home on weekends. My brothers were all old enough to 
drive and they were always gone. So I started by letting 
dad see me in skimpy underwear. I would parade around on 
Saturday and Sunday mornings with lacy underpants and my 
tightest tee shirts. I saw him watching me sometimes and 
it was a different look. Now I realize it was lust, but 
back then I didn't know if he was interested or angry."

"Well this went on for some weeks, but it wasn't getting 
me laid so I figured I had better step up the intensity. 
I actually broke the shower head in the downstairs bath 
so that I would have to use one of the two upstairs. I 
told them that I had slipped and grabbed onto the shower 
head to stop myself from falling."

Judy chuckled at the memory.

"Dad said he couldn't understand how an eighty pound girl 
could do so much damage. Well, anyway, I would wait until 
mom was gone and one of my brothers was using the one 
bathroom. I would knock on the bedroom door and ask dad 
if I could use the master bath.

Their bathroom had no door to it and if you stood at the 
foot of their bed you could see the mirror and the 
reflection of the shower's interior. Boy, did I give him 
a show. I would soap up my little tits and spread my legs 
so that he could see my cunt if he wanted to. I would 
stand in front of the mirror, naked, and dry my hair. I 
could see him watching and I made believe I didn't 
notice."

Judy said she continued this practice for four or five 
weekends, but that nothing occurred. Then one day while 
she was drying her hair and knew that her father was 
watching she had noticed him doing something strange. She 
could only see him from the chest up, but she noticed his 
right arm seemed to be moving rhythmically and realized 
that he was jerking off. 

"I just froze, Hank. I stood there staring at his 
reflection in the mirror and he stared right back. 
Suddenly, I heard him groan and saw him close his eyes. 
His whole body seemed to shake. After he left I reached 
down and stroked myself to an earth moving orgasm. I only 
had to stroke my clit about three times to bring it on. 
God, I had caused my father to masturbate."

She had put a halt to her seduction for a while. Suddenly 
it seemed too real, not the stuff of fantasy. But, 
virulent hormonal urges soon weakened her resolve and she 
once again embarked on her quest. The shower had been 
fixed by then so she had no excuse to use the ones 
upstairs. 

She began to notice her father would be downstairs 
earlier than usual on weekends so she started going from 
her room to the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. 
Once, she had waited inside the bathroom door until she 
heard her father come down the stairs. She had wrapped 
the towel higher than usual and knew that her cunt was 
showing. She had stepped out of the bathroom and walked 
towards her room and her father. He had stood there and 
his eyes were bulging out of his sockets.

"Oh, you should have seen the poor man, Hank!" She 
smiled. "It must of taken all of his resolve to not just 
throw me onto the ground and fuck me right there. His 
cock was hard and sticking straight out. We both just 
stood there. Me looking at the outline of his cock and 
him looking at my little cunt. I don't know what would 
have happened if we hadn't heard one of my brothers 
coming down the stairs."

Several more weeks passed without incident after that 
episode. Judy had graduated to using a hair brush on 
herself and had also started using a little Vaseline 
because she was rubbing herself raw. Summer came along 
and like her brothers she asked her dad if she could work 
for him also. 

James had a small construction company and summer being 
the busiest time of the year had always insisted that his 
sons earn their keep by working on one of his sites. He 
was pleasantly surprised when Judy volunteered and used 
it to shame his sons into compliance.

"You can imagine that dad didn't work me too hard," Judy 
reminisced, "I usually just went for stuff like nails and 
carried boards around. They all called me dad's 'little 
gofer'. I always thought they meant 'gopher' and I never 
asked why."

The first weekend after she had started working, she and 
her father were sitting down to breakfast. Everyone else 
was gone and Judy was wearing her usual 'come fuck me' 
shirt and panties, when she groaned and told her dad that 
she was stiff all over. He told her a hot shower would 
take care of that, but she said she had tried that and 
that she was still really stiff. 

Her father had volunteered to rub her shoulders and she 
had eagerly accepted. The shoulder rub had extended to 
her arms at first and then to her upper back and soon his 
hands were coming further and further around to the front 
until his fingers were rubbing against the swell of her 
young breasts.

"I was practically dripping in my panties. I swear you 
could smell my sex a mile away. I remember dad suddenly 
stopping and in this choked up voice he excused himself 
and went upstairs. I saw the front of his pants were 
tented out and knew he was going up to jerk off. I ran to 
my bedroom and wore the paint off of that damn hairbrush. 
You know," Judy thought for a moment, "I wonder if anyone 
ever noticed the sexual tension that was building up 
between us. Dad stopped calling me those little pet names 
he used and started calling me Judy. I mean, I knew right 
away that you were hot for Terry whenever she walked 
around in her undies."

I had been taking a sip of cocoa and nearly choked on it. 
Once I recovered, I said, "I told you she shouldn't be 
walking around like that!"

"I know you did, Hank. But, it was so precious seeing you 
trying to hide the fact that you were ogling your 
daughter and Terry doing her best to give you a free 
show." Judy laughed at my discomfort. "How about we take 
this upstairs. I don't know how much longer I can stay 
awake."

I followed behind my wife as we climbed the stairs and 
had to fight the urge to grab her ass, which swayed right 
in front of my face. I hated to admit it, but listening 
to her story had made me somewhat randy. I didn't want to 
break the mood however so I restrained myself.

As was our wont, we both slipped naked under the covers 
and she snuggled up to me. It had been an emotionally 
charged day and I thought sure that she would just doze 
off, but she picked up where she had left off.

"Well Sunday came and after church dad and I found 
ourselves alone together again. He was reading his paper 
and I was watching TV or something. He asked me how my 
shoulders were and I picked up on the desire in voice 
right away so I told him I was still really sore."

Judy had been twirling a finger in my chest hair and now 
it trailed the line of hair down to my stomach and she 
started running a finger around my navel.

"Dad told me to roll over and he got down on the floor 
besides me. He started massaging my neck and shoulders 
and God that in itself felt so good. Soon though, he had 
straddled my upper legs and was massaging all up and down 
my back from the top of my ass to my neck. I could feel 
his crotch pressing into my ass and I would bunch up my 
ass muscles to increase the pressure. I could feel his 
hardness rubbing against me and the poor man started 
breathing hard."

Judy's hand headed south and she started twirling my 
pubic hair. I responded and could feel my cock swelling 
and rolling on my thigh.

"Well, he was huffing and puffing and pretty soon the 
back rub turned into him holding onto my sides and 
humping into my ass. I felt him take in a sharp breath 
and then he trembled all over. He got up then, not saying 
a word, and left me lying there. I was all flushed and so 
excited. 

I ran to my room and greased up the old hair brush. There 
was this wet spot on the back of my shorts and I realized 
that his cum had soaked right through his pants. This got 
me so hot that this time I didn't stop at one orgasm 
though and continued on to a second one."

My cock was pointing straight in the air now and Judy 
reached down and pulled it so that it lay pointing up. 
She ran a finger gently along the under side of it from 
my balls to the crown.

"Poor dad! He must have been racked with guilt. He 
avoided me for a week. He never once visited the job site 
I was at and the guys all kidded me about having been 
left in charge." Judy stopped and pondered for a second 
as she continued the gentle stroking on my cock. "You 
know, some of those carpenters were really hot. 
Especially the college guys who only worked in the 
summer. They would take off their shirts to show off 
their bodies and they flirted mercilessly with me. If it 
would have been a couple of years later I think I would 
have been behind the wood pile on more that one 
occasion."

"Behind the wood pile, hunh?" I asked, my voice choked 
with arousal.

"Yeah, the wood pile. I guess it was kind of a standard 
joke. The guys would always kid around about things they 
would do behind the wood pile. There was this one female 
carpenter, who I didn't care for because I guess she was 
like my competition, you know. Well anyway, I remember 
coming back from lunch one time and she and this college 
stud came around the corner from these stacks of two by 
fours and they were rearranging their clothes and stuff. 
I realized they had been having sex and my whole opinion 
of her changed right then and there. I suddenly thought 
she was real cool and I started hanging around with her. 
She would tell me about guys she went out with and about 
the things they would do."

Judy had wrapped a hand around my cock and was slowly 
stroking up and down. She was more fondling me than 
trying to bring me off, but I was hard as a piece of 
lumber.

"I guess she was my first real girl friend. Not 'girl 
friend'" Judy said emphasizing the platonic relationship. 
"But, someone I could talk to about these feelings I was 
having. I learned more about sex from her than from all 
of those books I had been reading. She had been fooling 
around with some of the guys at work and she would point 
this one out and tell me things like that one had a short 
dick, but it was real fat, and that one had a long skinny 
dick with a big head on it. She would tell me about what 
kind of sex they preferred. How one guy liked her on top, 
or another was really into oral sex, and how the guy with 
the skinny dick and big head kept trying to fuck her in 
the ass."

She laughed out loud for a second. "I spent the whole 
summer blushing and turned on like a cat in heat. I 
remember telling her that I had never seen a penis and 
she was incredulous. She asked how could I grow up in a 
house with five men and never have seen a penis. I told 
her I didn't know, but that I never had. So she set this 
thing up one day when all the guys went off to lunch, 
where she had the guy with the skinny penis stay behind 
and she dragged him into a partially finished bathroom 
that had holes in the wall for the pipes to go through. 
She turned the guy sideways and pulled his pants down and 
she knelt down and sucked him off.

"I was so turned on that I shoved a hand down my pants 
and brought myself off as I watched. I remember her 
pulling her mouth off and watching the guy shoot off onto 
her face before she went back down on him and that's when 
I came. I came so hard that I fell to my knees. They both 
heard the crash and came running out to find me 
scrambling to my feet. I remember the guy was all wild 
eyed and worried. He begged me not to tell anyone what 
I'd seen and I made believe that I had just gotten there 
and didn't know what he was talking about."

Judy stopped stroking my cock then and threw a leg over 
my body. She sat down on my cock and started rubbing her 
cunt against it. She would do this at times. She liked to 
prolong her orgasms and she would sit there and run her 
clit along my engorged cock for a half hour before she 
succumbed to her arousal and came with a shudder. I 
didn't really like this position because it gave me a set 
of aching, blue balls, but thankfully she would usually 
take care of those as soon as she recovered.

I put my hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples 
between thumb and index fingers. She moaned and leaned 
into my hands.

"After all that talking with Marcie and after that little 
show she had provided me, I knew I had to get me some of 
that and I renewed my efforts with dad. He was acting 
normally towards me again and I worked up a plan. That 
next Saturday he was sitting on the sofa reading his 
paper when I came in to watch TV again. I had on a short, 
loose tee shirt and I positioned myself so that when I 
bent down to turn on the TV set he would be able to look 
up my blouse and see my boobs. I made a big production of 
going through channels looking for something I liked. I 
could see my dad's reflection in the picture tube and 
could see him peering at me over the paper. I finally 
quit fooling with the set and lie down in front of it 
with my ass pointing at my father." 

I had moved my hands down to Judy's hips now and was 
pulling and pushing her along my cock. She was still 
relating her story, but her breathing was coming in short 
gasps as she approached her orgasm.

"I lie there with my legs spread a little so that dad 
could see the mound of my cunt. I shouted and grabbed the 
back of my thigh and dad asked me what was wrong. I told 
him that I was having a 'charlie horse' and he quickly 
got down and started rubbing my upper thigh. After a 
minute, I told him that I was better, but asked if he 
could continue rubbing my leg because it was sore. He 
kept on rubbing, but his hands started moving closer to 
my cunt. He would rub up to my ass cheeks and then down 
to the back of my knees. I know he could smell my 
arousal, because I could.

"I remember his hand dipping down to the inside of my 
thigh and he started to rub upwards. I think I held my 
breath for a minute as I anticipated him touching me 
there. And then there it was, I could feel his fingers 
lightly brush against my cunt lips. And, Oh God! Hank!" 
Judy cried out and I held on to her as she was wracked 
with pleasure. She collapsed onto me and we lie quietly 
for a few minutes."

She rolled off of me then and her hand trailed back down 
to my cock. I could feel the wetness on my cock from her 
orgasm and from my pre-cum. She brought her hand to her 
mouth and I watched in the dimness as she sucked the 
juices off her fingers. Her hand went down for more and 
she brought her hand up to my lips. She played her 
fingers along my lips and I stuck my tongue out to taste 
the tangy saltiness of her juices mingled with mine.

She reached down again and wrapped her hand around my 
swollen cock. 

"It was like stars exploding in my head. Not just now, 
but with dad, I mean. Well actually, stars were exploding 
just now also, but anyway you know what I'm saying. It 
was the first time someone else had touched me down 
there. It took all of my control for me not to moan out 
loud. I spread my legs a little further apart and dad 
became bolder too. His hand would come up my leg and rub 
against my cunt. Each time would be a little longer and a 
little harder. Finally, I think he just threw all 
pretense to the winds and started running his finger up 
and down my cunt lips. I remember cumming so hard that I 
actually shouted. He just held his fingers there pressing 
into my clit and I clutched his hand between my thighs."

Judy's hand was a little more insistent now as she 
stroked my cock. I moaned and knew I wouldn't last much 
longer.

"I thought that he would run away like the last time, but 
he just knelt there. I rolled over and looked up at him 
and he was staring at me. His eyes were all glassy and I 
could see his chest moving up and down. I got up on my 
knees and reached for his zipper, all the while watching 
his face for any signs that I should stop, but he just 
stayed the way he was. I remember putting my hand into 
the opening of his underwear and feeling around for his 
cock. When I touched it, I thought I would get burnt. It 
was hot, you know, and it was hard, but soft also, you 
know what I mean. 

"I tried to be gentle and pulled on it so that it would 
come out of his fly, but I must have hurt him because he 
winced and grabbed my hand. Well, I thought that was the 
end of it but he stood up and unbuckled his pants and 
pulled them down. His cock was sticking out of the slot 
in his boxers. It was amazing. Here I was looking at my 
dad's hard cock and I had caused it. It was different 
than the other guy's I had seen. 

"Dad's cock was dark, a ruddy color, and he was uncut so 
the skin wasn't pulled all the way back. I reached up and 
put my hand around it and stroked it gently. I remember 
his legs quivering and he let out this deep moan. I 
shimmied closer on my knees so that I could get a closer 
look at this thing. I was only a couple of inches away 
from it and could see this fluid bubbling out of the 
little slit."

I pictured Judy on her knees in front of her father and I 
too moaned deeply. I could feel my balls pulling up 
against my body and knew that I would be exploding soon.

"I stroked his cock slowly like I had seen Marcie do and 
it seemed so natural. I watched the drop of fluid build 
at the tip of his cock and then it started to stretch 
like it was going to fall off. I don't know why I did it, 
but I remember leaning forward and licking that little 
drop of fluid and the next thing I knew dad was shouting, 
'Oh, God!' and I saw this shot of cum come flying out and 
it landed in my mouth. I was so surprised that I stopped 
stroking and dad grabbed my hand and started moving it up 
and down on his cock as ropes of cum came flying out and 
splashed against my face and hair."

Picturing that drove me over the edge and I too shouted, 
"Jesus!" and Judy dove down onto my cock and took my load 
into her mouth. She swallowed everything I gave her and 
then she licked around the crown making sure she'd gotten 
all of it. My glans became sensitive and I reached for 
her arm and pulled her up. She laughed and kissed me 
deeply.

"Well," she said, "that's how I seduced my father. Do you 
feel better now or do you still hate me."

I gave her a 'you fool' look, but realized she probably 
couldn't see it in the dark so I pulled her to me again 
and drove my tongue back into her mouth. 

Pulling away I said, "I could never hate you, babe. You 
could fuck my dad and I wouldn't hate you. I might not 
like it, but I wouldn't hate you."

"Well," she imped, "since you brought it up." Then she 
broke into peals of laughter as I reached down and 
tickled her ribs. "Stop it, Hank!" She shouted between 
gasps, "You know I'll wind up peeing in bed if you keep 
that up!"

It had happened before so I stopped.

"So?" I asked, "was that it? You and your father just 
stopped after that?"

"No silly," she replied, "it got to be a regular thing 
after that. Usually on weekends, when mom was working and 
the boys were out. At first it was just him masturbating 
me and I would stroke and suck on his cock and let him 
blow his load in my face. I wasn't really keen on 
swallowing back then."

"Lucky me!" I said.

She poked me in the ribs and continued, "One Saturday, 
everyone had left the house and I was still in bed when 
he came into my room. I watched as he took off all of his 
clothes. That was the first time I'd seen him totally 
naked. He had this funny tan, you know, his arms and face 
and neck were brown and the rest of him was pale."

"A blue collar tan," I said.

"They have a name for that? Weird! Anyway, I knew this 
time would be different. I could see it in his eyes. He 
pulled the sheets off of me and then helped me take off 
my shirt and panties. I remember him standing there and 
looking at my body as he fondled his cock. It made me 
feel so grown up, you know, and I think that's what I'd 
been after all along. 

"Well, he climbed into bed with me and started kissing 
me. He kissed my eyes and my nose and put his tongue in 
my mouth and then he nibbled on my ear lobes and worked 
his way down to my neck. I couldn't believe that that 
stuff could be so arousing. By the time he reached my 
nipples I was so turned on I would have let him fuck me 
in the ass if he had asked."

"Oh!" I said and reached for an ear lobe.

She pushed me away with a chuckle. "Stop it! You pig!" 
she squealed and brought her shoulder up sharply to cover 
her ear, only she wound up hitting me in the jaw and my 
mouth slapped shut with a loud clap.

She rolled over quickly and grabbed my face, "Oh, honey! 
Are you okay. I'm sorry, I was just fooling around." She 
was giving me small pecks all over my mouth and chin.

"I'm fine, fine," I bemoaned, "luckily my tongue was back 
inside or half of it would be on your pillow right now."

"Lucky for you it isn't," she jested, "or I probably 
wouldn't need you anymore."

I reached over and pinched one of her nipples. She yelped 
and grabbed a hand full of chest hairs. "I give! I give!" 
I shouted.

"I bet you do!" She said, and then pulled a hair out 
anyway. I yelped loudly and she added, "Just for good 
measure."

"Jeeze," I said, rubbing my chest vigorously. "Damn that 
hurts!",

"Oh yeah," she said and her hand snaked down to my pubic 
hair. "Keep it up and you'll really feel the burn."

I reached a hand over and pinched some of her pubic hairs 
between my fingers. "Go ahead, punk! Make my day!" I said 
in my best Eastwood imitation.

"God, that's terrible," she laughed and let my short 
hairs go. She rolled back into my side and said, "Okay. 
So where was I."

"Your dad was munching on your nipples and you were 
contemplating letting him fuck you in the ass."

"I didn't say that!" She exclaimed. "I didn't even know 
people did that back then. I just said that he had me so 
hot that I would have let him do anything he wanted. 
Anyway, he sucked on my nipples for a while and then he 
trailed his tongue down to my navel and then into my 
crotch. I remembered Marcie telling me about guys licking 
her cunt and about how good it felt. 

"I wasn't nearly prepared for the feeling that hit me 
when his tongue brushed against my clit. Dad lifted my 
legs over his shoulders and started licking away. He was 
like a starving puppy with a bowl of milk. Well, I didn't 
last long, let me tell you. And poor dad," She stifled a 
laugh, "I clamped my thighs so tightly around his neck 
that his face was turning purple by the time I let go."

I laughed also because I remember the time I was eating 
her out in the bathtub and how she had nearly drowned me. 
Funny now, but not so then.

"So dad recovered, and I have to give him credit, he 
never lost his erection. He got between my thighs and was 
holding his cock in his hand and pointed it at my cunt. I 
watched, fascinated, as the head slowly disappeared and 
then the shaft also. I felt so full. I had been stuffing 
my cunt with candles and hair brushes and various 
vegetables, but nothing was like this warm thing that 
pulsed and throbbed. There was no pain. I guess I had 
stretched myself out over the past few months.

"He just started pumping into me. He kept moaning and 
groaning and he kept scrunching up his face and saying 
things like, 'Oh, fuck yeah!', and, 'Jesus, so tight' and 
I started feeling good again, but just when I was about 
there he shouted out and drove his cock all the way in 
and held it there." 

Now she really laughed out loud, "His face was so funny! 
I just stared at him. His eyes like rolled up into his 
head and his mouth was all slack and the muscles on his 
neck were like popping out, and he kept shuddering and 
making these unintelligible sounds. I would have laughed 
too, but I was frustrated because I was almost there and 
he had stopped. I shook his shoulders hoping he would 
keep on going, but he just rolled off me and lie there 
all huffing and puffing. Man, my first fuck and my first 
sexual frustration."

Judy reached down and felt my half hard cock. "Ummmm," 
she said, a smile in her voice, "do you want to do it 
again?"

I twisted my head and looked at the digital clock, "Are 
you nuts? It's two in the morning!"

"So?" She asked and I could tell she was pouting. "You 
don't have to get up in the morning, it's Saturday."

"Yeah?" I replied, "but, I remember someone telling me 
they had a very important conference tomorrow."

"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "God damn Larry and his 
quarterly staff meetings!" 

"Okay," she said and rolled into me again. She placed an 
elbow on my chest and perched her chin in her palm. "Are 
you going to do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, thinking she still wanted to mess 
around.

"You know," she stated as though I was avoiding the 
question. "Are you going to fuck Terry?"

"Ohhhhhhhh!" I groaned. "How can you ask me that. What is 
this perverse desire you have that I fuck our daughter?"

"I don't know, Hank. But, when I think about it, it sends 
shivers through my cunt. And besides that, I don't want 
her screwing some sixteen year old jock who doesn't know 
his dick from his asshole!" She paused, waiting for my 
reply, but when I didn't answer right away she added, 
"And her first time should be special and good. Something 
that won't fuck up her entire sex life!"

"Oh! And sleeping with her dad won't do that?"

"Not if she wants it. It's only those assholes who force 
themselves on their little girls that cause all that 
sexual tension. Like, what's his face, Owens."

"Yeah, yeah!" I responded, knowing she wasn't going to 
drop it until I said something. "Look! I'll think about 
it, okay?"

"Promise me your not just saying that to stop my 
nagging?"

I hesitated for a moment, knowing I would never break a 
promise made to Judy. 

"I promise I'll think seriously about it."

"Good," she said and patted my chest, "Now go to sleep 
and stop keeping me awake."
 
* * *

I awoke the next morning and realized I was alone in bed. 
I glanced at the alarm and it was nine thirty. I got out 
of bed and took a long piss. I put on a pair of baggy 
sweat pants and stumbled down the stairs. I was about to 
push open the kitchen door when I heard voices within. I 
had forgotten that Kathy was here. I should have put on a 
shirt I thought to myself. I took in a breath, put a 
smile on my face, and charged the enemy.

Kathy was standing over the stove. She had on a casual 
business suit and her hair was up. Her briefcase was by 
the door. She saw me and smiled. 

"Have a seat," she said, "the bacon is almost done." 

I took a deep breath and savored the odor of frying 
bacon. I turned towards the breakfast island and found 
Terry and Kathy looking at me. 

"God, dad!" Terry said, raising an eyebrow, "you're 
really getting buffed!"

"I'll say!" Kathy added, then quickly glanced to see if 
Judy had taken offense.

Judy came walking by me, carrying a plate piled high with 
bacon and eggs, and as she passed she smacked me on the 
butt. She swayed her hips and sung out, "A hunk, a hunk, 
a burning love."

The girls twittered hysterically. I suddenly realized 
that I was going to be stuck alone with those two, and I 
turned to the coffee pot. Judy, nibbling on a piece of 
bacon, came to stand by me.

"Are we okay?" she asked and searched my face.

I smiled at her and said, "Hey, were just fine."

She smiled and reached up to plant a kiss on my lips. 
This caused the two girls to go, "Hoooo!" I looked at 
them and raised a brow. They snickered and bent their 
heads together and whispered.

I walked Judy to the front door. 

"You can't leave me alone with those two. God only knows 
what evil designs they're hatching."

"Evil designs....." She rolled her eyes at me and added, 
"there you go talking like Shakespeare again. Besides, 
I'm not leaving you alone with them." Having said that 
she nodded to the open doorway and I turned just in time 
to see Little Suzie come walking in. 

Suzie's face lit up as she saw me and she blushed 
furiously. "Morning, Mister Jameson!" She sang out and 
went running to the kitchen. 

Judy looked at me with wide open eyes and tried to 
imitate Suzie, "Morning, Mister Jameson!" She winked and 
started walking away, but had to throw a parting shot 
over her shoulder. "Sounds like someone's in looooooove! 
Have fun!"

I closed the door behind her. I leaned my forehead 
against the cool wood grain and moaned. Just then this 
explosion of laughter sounded from the kitchen and I 
seriously contemplated locking myself in the basement.

I was alone in a house with three young nymphs. Every 
man's dream. My nightmare. I picked up the paper, which 
was on the side table by the door and wandered into the 
family room. I went to sit in one of the lounge chairs 
when I heard screaming laughter once again. I realized 
that if they the kitchen, this would be the room they'd 
probably hang out in so I moved on into the living room. 
I stretched out on the sofa and took up the sports page. 

I had worked my way through to the financial section when 
I heard Terry ask, "Will it bother you if we watch 
television, Dad?"

I hadn't heard her come in and my knuckles whitened as I 
gripped the paper a little tighter. My mind went, "Uh-oh! 
Let the games begin."

I didn't put the paper down and just spoke through it, 
"No, that's fine, honey. I'm almost done here anyway."

I heard some rustling and fought the temptation to look 
at what they were doing, but I needn't have fought so 
hard because temptation came to me.

"Watcha reading, Mr. Jameson?" Kathy asked. 

I knew it would be impolite not to put the paper down to 
answer, but it went down slowly. And sure enough there 
they were. From left to right there was Terry, who was 
wearing a tee shirt that was cropped to an inch below her 
breasts and a pair of pink panties; Suzie was in the 
middle, wearing a regular white tee shirt and white 
panties; and finally Kathy was at the right wearing a U 
of M tee shirt that came down to the tops of her knees.

I opened my mouth to say something then closed it. I 
opened it again and closed it again. I must have looked 
like a guppy gasping for air. I thought I'd better say 
something before this became really awkward.

"Isn't that my shirt?" I asked, looking at Kathy.

Terry rolled her eyes and said, "Daddyyyy! She's got to 
wear something!"

"Oh, I see, and you were all out of clothing?" I replied. 
Kathy's face scrunched up and I thought she was going to 
cry. "I don't mind her wearing it, but you should ask 
before going through my drawers."

Terry shook her head in exasperation, a move she had 
picked up from her mother, and said, "It was in the 
dryer, Dad!"

"Oh! Oh! I see. Well I apologize for the 
misunderstanding." I looked at Suzie, who had her hands 
clenched behind her back and was toeing the carpet. 
"Weren't you in street clothes when you came over this 
morning, Suzie?"

Once again, Terry jumped in, "Daddyyy! Were having a 
pretend sleep over."

"A pretend sleep over? Hummm! Well, whatever, have fun," 
having said that, I raised the paper back up to hide my 
face. I chided myself for letting them get to me, but my 
wife's story from the previous evening, or was it this 
early morning, scrolled through my mind. I remember how 
she had affected the seduction of her father by parading 
around in her undies and lying in front of the TV giving 
him 'beaver' shots.

I realized suddenly that my cock was responding to my 
lurid thoughts. 'Oh, dear God, no!' I said to myself and 
quickly tried to think of something else, but it kept 
rising. I lowered the paper and laid it across my lap. 
This brought the three girls back into view. They were 
facing away from me and lying on a couple of opened up 
sleeping bags. 

My first thought was 'how could I have missed those?' But 
then I quickly took in the scene before me. Terry was on 
her knees and leaning on one hand as the other played 
with the channel buttons on the TV. Her cropped top hung 
away from her breasts and they hung there in all their 
glory. I could even see part of the full nipples at their 
apex. 

My eyes moved back to her ass and the space between her 
thighs. Her thick labia pushed against the material of 
her panties. I groaned quietly and tore my eyes from her 
body, only to run my eyes over the other two girls. Suzie 
was in a more modest position. She lie on her stomach, 
her arms bent at the elbow held her head up, and she had 
her legs bent at the knees with ankles crossed. 

My glance roamed over to Kathy and my heart stopped. My 
old college tee shirt had worked its way upwards and I 
was looking at the bottom of what appeared to be a naked 
ass. My cock responded by jumping upwards and slapping 
against the newspaper. The sound drew Kathy's eyes over 
her shoulder and she smiled when she saw me looking at 
her. Her legs opened slightly and I realized she was 
wearing a pair of thong panties. The thong outlined every 
fold of her cunt and a few wisps of pubic hair sprouted 
out either side.

Kathy's eyes moved down to where my cock was bobbing up 
and down and her smile turned to a leer. I spun into a 
sitting position and gathering up the newspaper I held it 
in front of me as I got up and walked out of the living 
room. I stopped just outside the door to adjust myself 
and I heard Kathy whisper to the other two.

"I told you he'd pop a boner! You should have seen it, 
the newspaper was dancing all over the place!" All three 
broke into twittering laughter. I took the stairs up to 
the bedroom two at a time. I closed the door and stood 
there breathless. I was in a Faustian nightmare, or maybe 
a version of Dante's inferno. Wherever I was, it wasn't 
reality. 

A few days ago, I was a simple husband with a beautiful 
wife and equally beautiful daughter. A daughter who was 
in the midst of a hormonal rage and who was trying to 
find out if her father found her desirable. A scenario 
that was being played out in a million households. Only, 
in this household, the father had succumbed to the 
daughter and had tossed in a couple of her friends, just 
for good measure.

I took off my sweat pants and let my cock lead me to the 
shower. I turned the shower on and started to wash. By 
the time I had gotten down to my cock it was still 
rampant, so I grabbed it and did the only thing any blue 
blooded male would have down, I started pumping like a 
madman.

A series of lurid images passed through my mind like an 
x-rated slide show. I saw Kathy's thong covered pussy; my 
daughter's naked body as she lowered her cunt to my 
waiting mouth; my father-in-law driving his cock into my 
wife, his daughter; Little Suzie pulling and twisting on 
her breasts as I drove my cock into her; Kathy again, 
only this time, slowly sliding her tight cunt onto my 
pulsing cock. I moaned loudly as my cum mingled with the 
shower spray. My legs trembled and I grasped the safety 
rod along the shower wall. I let the warm water play 
against my body. I felt totally drained. 

I turned off the shower, toweled myself dry, brushed my 
teeth, shaved, put on deodorant, and went to find 
something to wear. The newspaper reported that the day 
would be nice and clear with temperatures in the low 
eighties. It was the last week of school, the second week 
of June, and, so far, the fairest week we'd had that 
spring. 

I remember that we'd had the pool guy come out that week 
for the first cleaning of the year and I wondered if the 
water would be warm enough to go swimming. I pulled on my 
swim trunks and a tee shirt. I quietly went down the 
stairs. I could hear the murmur from the television. I 
figured that my best route of escape would be through the 
kitchen, through the adjoining door into the garage, and 
out the garage's back door onto the patio area.

I walked as quietly as possible. I hesitated at the 
kitchen door and listened for any sounds within. Hearing 
none, I went quickly through and into the garage. 

"Ha-haaa! Yessss!" I said aloud, celebrating my 
successful evasion of the three girls. I pulled open the 
garage door and stepped out onto the patio, only to be 
greeted by the playful screams of my daughter and her two 
friends as they gamboled about in the pool. This was too 
much. I marched over to the pool and the girls stopped 
when they saw me approach. 

"I thought you were having a 'pretend sleepover'?" I 
asked, tersely. 

Terry tread water and said, "Oh, daddyyy! It was too nice 
to stay indoors!"

I noticed Kathy approach the ladder and start climbing 
out. I turned my head to indicate the house and asked, 
"You couldn't turn the television off?"

I turned back just in time to see Kathy reach the top 
rung. She was naked. My eyes must have popped out of my 
head and like a schoolboy I stated the obvious, "You're 
naked!"

Kathy walked to within arms length and placing her hands 
on her hips she said, "Nothing you haven't seen already!"

I opened my mouth to protest, but Kathy sprung forward, 
grabbed my arm and dragged me into the pool along with 
her. I surfaced, and brushing the hair out of my eyes, I 
coughed up the little amount of water I had in my mouth. 
I wanted to be angry, but couldn't. Terry and Suzie had 
broken out into peals of laughter, but Kathy stood before 
me and smiled.

Her eyes were filled with apprehension, wondering how I 
was going to respond to this bit of horseplay. I narrowed 
my eyes and said, "That wasn't very nice!" and finished 
off the statement by placing my hands on her shoulders 
and pushing her under the surface. The other two girls 
squealed even louder and swam over to help their friend. 
I was quickly surrounded by the three of them as they 
fought to push me under the water. 
 
We had wended our way towards the deep end where I could 
still reach the bottom, but they had to tread water, so 
they weren't being too successful at dunking me. Suddenly 
someone took a different tack. I felt my bathing trunks 
being pulled down. I shouted, "Hey!" And make a grab for 
my trunks. This left me vulnerable and Terry and Kathy 
took advantage of my momentary distraction and shoved me 
under the water. 

I used my arms to re surface and by then my trunks were 
gone. Someone was behind me and I felt her grab the hem 
of my shirt and pull it up my torso and over my head. I 
reached for the shirt and someone grabbed my ankles and 
yanked. Under I went again. I pulled the shirt off of my 
face so that I could see and now I was as naked as the 
three of them. I looked around while still under water 
and I could see breasts and cunts everywhere.

It must have been quite a scene. I was in the deep end, 
literally and figuratively, treading water. The three 
girls were six feet in front of me. They were side by 
side treading water and they all had this evil glint in 
their eyes. I now knew what the last thoughts were in the 
antelope's mind just before the lions attacked. 

A shadow fell across the water and a familiar voice said, 
"Looks like they got you cornered, big guy!"

I looked up and saw Big Suzie standing there, just as 
Little Suzie shouted, "Mom!" and ducked under the water. 
I don't know how long she thought she could stay under 
and it wasn't a really good hiding place. The other two 
girls stared wide eyed at their friend's mother. 

Suzanne smiled at them and said, "Mind if I join you?"

Before I could utter a word of complaint she had pulled 
her summer dress over her head, slipped off her sandals 
and dived into the pool. I had a lingering image in my 
mind of pink nipples, a rippling abdomen, and a shaved 
cunt. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Suzanne bobbed up in front of me and splashed water at 
me. Terry and Kathy both yelled, "Yeah!" And they also 
approached. Little Suzie had surfaced and was wiping 
water from her eyes as she stared incredulously at her 
mother's antics. She made up her mind and joined the 
other three in splashing water at me.

I splashed back and tried to extricate myself from this 
vulnerable position, but it was no use. I was surrounded 
and they converged on me, pinning me back against the 
side wall of the pool. 

Terry and Kathy each held one of my arms and grasped the 
edge of the pool. Suzanne was in front of me and with a 
grin on her face dove under the water. Little Suzie 
stayed back and watched her mother.

Splashing about with four naked females had had the 
obvious effect on me and my cock . I suddenly felt a 
warmth surround its hardness and knew that Suzanne had 
placed her mouth around my member. She tried valiantly to 
suck on me, but that's a difficult thing to do 
underwater. She surfaced and brushed her hair out of her 
face. She looked at me and ran her tongue around her 
lips, "Ummmm, that's nice. Judy, you always said he had a 
nice cock! Now I know what you meant."

It took a moment for my mind to engage and I finally 
realized that if Suzanne was back from the meeting so was 
my wife. I looked around wild eyed and saw Judy slipping, 
naked into the pool. She swam over to us and sliding 
between me and Suzanne she wrapped her legs around my 
waist and drove her tongue into my mouth. A moment later 
I once again felt a warm mouth on my cock. Then a hand 
grasped it at the base and pointed it upwards. I felt the 
head of my cock rub against flesh and then I felt my 
wife's cunt open around it. I slid easily inside and we 
both moaned into each other's mouths. 

I heard Suzanne say, "Now that is fucking hot!" And the 
three girls twittered.

They had let go of my arms now and I wrapped them around 
Judy, but that only caused us to slip under the water and 
I had to let go so I could pull us back up. I put my arms 
back and grasped the edge of the pool. Judy winked at me 
and said, "Hold on, I'll do the work." And she started 
thrusting herself onto my cock. I saw a pair of hands 
come around and grasp Judy's breasts. Suzanne played with 
her nipples for a while then one of her hands 
disappeared. Judy let out a sudden gasp and jerked 
against me. Then she moaned and leaned her head into my 
shoulder.

"You like that?" Suzanne asked and I could feel a finger 
in Judy's ass as it rubbed against my thrusting cock. 

Judy nodded and said, "Ummm-hmmm!" Suddenly she moaned 
and her body shook against mine. Her muscles went slack 
and I had to put an arm around her to prevent her from 
slipping away. Suddenly Suzanne pulled Judy away and 
said, "My turn!"

But, Judy grabbed her arm and pulled her away, saying, 
"Wait!" Judy looked around and said, "Terry, come here!"

Terry had been a few feet away, holding on to the edge of 
the pool with one hand and rubbing at her cunt with the 
other. This had been almost as hot as the other day in 
her bedroom she was thinking when her mother called to 
her.

Her eyes bulged out of her head as she realized what Judy 
intended, "But, Mom! I can't..., I, not in front of ..." 
and her eyes swept across everyone in the pool.

Everyone was staring at her, including me. Kathy 
whispered, "go on!" Suzanne said, "You'd better get some, 
baby girl, or I will!"

Terry inched slowly towards me, her eyes never leaving 
mine, searching my face for any indication of 
encouragement or denial. She was within arms length so I 
reached out and pulled her into me. Her eyes got wider as 
she felt my cock rub against her stomach. She wrapped her 
hands around my neck and tried to rise up so that I could 
enter her.

"Put your legs around his waist," My wife encouraged.

Once again, I felt a hand grasp and guide my cock. I felt 
my cock press against her meaty labia. They slowly parted 
and wrapped around the head of my cock. She pulled 
herself up a little and I felt the tip of my cock nudge 
her cunt open. Her mouth formed a silent 'O' as she 
slowly let her weight push me into her. 

She wasn't a virgin, but she was tight. Her cunt clenched 
and unclenched around my shaft as it slid deeper into 
her. Her pelvis came to rest against mine and she threw 
her head back and moaned. Her eyes fluttered and she 
started moving up and down. Slowly at first and then 
clutching my neck she plunged up and down. 

I heard a voice say, "Damn!" And then I heard Judy say, 
"Ride 'im, cowgirl!"

This wasn't exactly the gentle approach to deflowering my 
daughter that I thought Judy had intended, but it seemed 
to be working just fine. 

Terry started making little noises like, "Unnn, unnn, 
unnn" as she pistonned up and down. Suddenly she drove 
her mouth against mine and plunged her tongue past my 
lips as her cunt exploded around my cock. I thought she 
was going to strangle me, but let the kiss go on for a 
few moments longer. 

Just when I needed air she pulled her mouth away. I 
sucked in a lung full of air and looked at her face. She 
was flushed and glassy eyed. There was a strange smile on 
her face. I could feel her cunt pulsing around my cock. 
Damn, she had a fine cunt. She would be an incredible sex 
partner for some lucky guy.

"Okay, okay!" I heard Suzanne say. "Can I fuck him now?" 
She asked.

I heard Judy laugh and say, "Go ahead, you've been 
wanting to for ten years now."

With a wistful look in her eyes, Terry pulled off of me 
and swam over to her friends.

Suzanne's face popped up in front of mine and she said, 
"You got enough left for me, big guy? You gonna give Big 
Suzie a special birthday present? The same gift you gave 
Little Suzie?"

My eyes shot wide and I looked at her face. She laughed 
and wrapped her hands and legs around me. She reached 
between us and found my still rock hard cock. "Oh, yeah!" 
she whispered to herself. She rose up a little and I felt 
another cunt slide around my cock. She slid down and I 
reached bottom before I was all the way in. She had a 
cunt built like a young girl's, tight and hot. 

I guessed that I had been wrong about her fooling around 
on Fred. No one could screw around and be this tight. I 
felt the spongy ring of her cervix pressing against my 
cock. She moved her hips around and I felt my cock push 
into it. It was like a large rubber band was wrapped 
around my cock head.

"Oh sweet ever loving mother!" she moaned and rubbed her 
pelvis against mine. I saw a pair of hands come around 
her sides and Judy began to fondle her nipples. Suzanne 
moaned and made small thrusting motions against my cock. 
She was rolling her hips and driving her clit against my 
pelvic bone. I saw one of Judy's hand disappear and 
Suzanne's eyes shot open.

"You like that?" Judy asked, paying her friend back for 
earlier. 

Suzanne moaned and started making small motions against 
my cock. Her motions became more and more erratic and my 
cock was suddenly pulled out of her cervix. It was so 
tight that it almost hurt. She groaned and stopped moving 
for a second. She pressed down again and I popped back 
in. She let out a loud squeal and she too came around my 
cock. 

Suzanne was a big woman and I thought she was going to 
break my back as she squeezed her strong thighs. She too 
drove her mouth onto mine and we played tonsil hockey for 
a few moments while her sexual high slowly subsided.

She pulled off me and clutched the side of the pool to my 
right. Judy was holding on to the edge on my other side.

"God, Judy!" Suzanne pouted, "how could you have kept 
that to yourself all this time?"

"Yeah, right!" Judy said, arching her brow, "like I was 
going to let you at him, you Amazon!"

"Ladies, ladies," I said, "it's not like I'm King Kong or 
something."

Judy smiled and reached down into the water to fondle my 
aching member. 

"Never said you were, lover. It's just the right size. 
Not too long, not too short, not too fat, not too thin."

Judy started stroking my cock and Suzanne reached down 
and played with my balls. I closed my eyes and heard both 
of them chuckle. I suddenly dropped down under the water 
and swam away. I resurfaced a dozen feet away and stood 
there looking at them.

"What's wrong, hon?" Judy asked, a puzzled expression on 
her face.
 
"You know," I said, "I've been having all this sex lately 
and the only time I've cum inside of someone was when I 
fucked Little Suzie! I'd like to..." then I paused for 
second and thought. "Oh, Jesus," I turned quickly to look 
at Little Suzie who was looking back wide eyed. I spun 
around and looked at Big Suzie.
 
Big Suzie laughed and said, "That's okay, Hank. We put 
her on the pill the day she turned thirteen." 

I let out a sigh and heard Terry say, "I'm on the pill 
too, daddy!"

I was facing Judy and my right eyebrow went up in an 
unspoken question. Judy shrugged and said, "I knew it was 
only a matter of time."

I turned again and found myself facing Kathy. The young 
girl was chewing on her bottom lip. She looked about 
ready to cry and she said, "Please!" and wrapped her arms 
around my neck. I was only waist deep now and I reached 
down and grabbed her ass cheeks. I picked her up and 
slowly slid her down on my cock. She smiled and said, 
"I'm on the pill too!" I waded over to the side of the 
pool and sat her down where my cock was even with her 
cunt. 

I drove into her and she leaned back onto her elbows. Her 
legs spread and floating in the water on either side of 
me. I started stroking slowly as I got used to the 
tightness of her thirteen year old cunt. I wanted this to 
last and I took slow easy strokes. I was pumping away 
when a shadow fell across us and I looked up to find 
Little Suzie's dripping body standing in the grass. She 
got down on her knees, bent over, and started licking one 
of Kathy's nipples. 

I stroked slowly and Suzie licked and squeezed. She 
straightened for a moment and pushed down on Kathy's 
chest. Kathy relaxed her arms and lie all the way down 
upon her back. Little Suzie threw a leg across her chest 
and proffered her cunt to her friend. I could see between 
Suzie's legs and saw Kathy extend her tongue and take a 
swipe at Suzie's dripping cunt.

I heard Big Suzie say, incredulously, "That's my little 
girl!" I blocked out all other comments and concentrated 
on the rapture that surrounded my oily cock. There was 
cunt juice from three other women on there now and a foam 
gathered at the entrance to Kathy's cunt. 

Little Suzie was the first to climax. Her slender form 
gyrated on Kathy's face for a few moments and then she 
collapsed to the side. I watched Kathy's face as I 
stroked into her. 

She had a blissful look on her cum glazed face. I was 
pulling almost all the way out and driving all the way in 
now, and it felt great. I didn't think I could delay much 
longer. My ass cheeks clenched and unclenched as I tried 
to hold back just a little longer then Kathy moaned out, 
"Yessss!" and arched her back. That's all it took and my 
cum splooged into her. It felt like I was pumping a 
gallon of cum into her and it started leaking around my 
cock like icing melting off a hot cinnamon roll. I 
finally had enough and fell back into the water. 

I floated there for a minute and then looked around me. 
It looked like I was at a Roman orgy. Big Suzie had her 
head between Kathy's wide spread thighs and was slurping 
up all the cum leaking out of her. I looked over and was 
shocked to see my wife and daughter locked in a sixty-
nine on one of the chaise-lounges. 

Little Suzie was back on her knees and watching her 
mother eat out her friend as she drove a finger into 
herself. I felt my cock stir and couldn't believe it. The 
head stuck out of the water a couple of inches and as I 
looked past it I saw Little Suzie looking also with a big 
smile on her face. She got onto her feet and dove into 
the pool. Her face came up inches away from my cock and 
she looked at me and smiled as she reached for it.

'What the hell,' I thought, 'I've sold my soul to the 
devil! Might as well enjoy it while I can.'

I smiled at Little Suzie and picked her up in my arms. I 
headed for the edge of the pool where another chaise lay 
waiting. I remembered her pension for a hard fuck and 
thought this would be better than in the water.

I dropped her onto the chaise and climbed out of the 
pool. She looked up at my dripping body and down to my 
tumescent cock. She licked her lips and smiled.

I looked at her thirteen year old body and shook my head. 
How can they be so developed I wondered then said to her, 
"Are you ready, little girl?"

She looked up from my cock and smiled. "Ummm-hmmm!" She 
moaned.

The End

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